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 Armenia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grime 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fall,
Ludus,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonic Youth,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
The Five Americans,
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
Moebius,
Barrington Levy,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.