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 Italy and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Rod Modell to the rap 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
L. Decosne,
Urselle,
Subhumans,
Peter and Kerry,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
Guru Guru,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Los Fastidios,
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slave,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
Grauzone,
Kayak,
Nas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
Alphaville,
The American Breed,
Rod Modell,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Make Up,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
Patti Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Infiniti,
The Litter,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
Rapeman,
Television,
Angry Samoans,
Danielle Patucci,
Archie Shepp,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.