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 Japan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 the Human League to the rock 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James White and The Blacks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike,
The Move,
Inner City,
Robert Görl,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
Josef K,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blancmange,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bluetip,
Ronnie Foster,
Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Audionom,
Neil Young,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Fela Kuti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter and Kerry,
Sam Rivers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.