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 Bahrain and from New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
Dave Gahan,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Flag,
Cal Tjader,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
The Golliwogs,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
L. Decosne,
The New Christs,
ABC,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
Procol Harum,
Index,
Suicide,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camberwell Now,
Sight & Sound,
Das Ding,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.