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 Barbados 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Anakelly to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Crash Course in Science,
Dave Gahan,
Von Mondo,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brand Nubian,
The Blackbyrds,
Tubeway Army,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
Surgeon,
Nas,
Absolute Body Control,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
Boogie Down Productions,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
the Slits,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
Ronnie Foster,
A Certain Ratio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
Ossler,
Spandau Ballet,
the Association,
Magazine,
LL Cool J,
Technova,
X-102,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
DNA,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work,
The Monks,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.