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 Swaziland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Juan Atkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Deakin,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
Godley & Creme,
Stetsasonic,
Nas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sugar Minott,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker,
Marc Almond,
Janne Schatter,
The Buckinghams,
Magma,
The Leaves,
In Retrospect,
The Selecter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
Dennis Brown,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crash Course in Science,
Cybotron,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Livin' Joy,
Carl Craig,
Yellowson,
a-ha,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.