Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nepal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing June of 44 to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
Ken Boothe,
Skaos,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Moon,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
the Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Japan,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slackers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
The Fortunes,
Skriet,
The Five Americans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
The Monochrome Set,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
Urselle,
David Bowie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
Chris & Cosey,
Los Fastidios,
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young,
David McCallum,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
Warren Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Technova,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.