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 Yemen and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Tears for Fears,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
Lightning Bolt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Morten Harket,
Brass Construction,
UT,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
The Zeros,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
The Mummies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
Soulsonic Force,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Adolescents,
Piero Umiliani,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Womack,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
Animal Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.