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 Georgia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Grass Roots to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ituana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Archie Shepp,
Ultra Naté,
Patti Smith,
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pulsallama,
Morten Harket,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
Rekid,
Echospace,
B.T. Express,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nils Olav,
Livin' Joy,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
Radiohead,
Rakim,
Ludus,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.