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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nation of Ulysses to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Names,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
Masters at Work,
Wire,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magma,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Leaves,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
Hashim,
The Slackers,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
Danielle Patucci,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Moss Icon,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
New York Dolls,
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
X-101,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
Camouflage,
Radio Birdman,
New Order,
Au Pairs,
The Tremeloes,
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.