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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blancmange to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
Brick,
JFA,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
Cluster,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
Agent Orange,
Magma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
Eurythmics,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
The Angels of Light,
Connie Case,
Howard Jones,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
The Durutti Column,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
R.M.O.,
Ken Boothe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
Second Layer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rekid,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
Liliput,
Smog,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Flipper,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.