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 Haiti and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Excepter to the grunge 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quando Quango,
Rapeman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mandrill,
Sonic Youth,
Patti Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
The Wake,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Fluxion,
Crime,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Urselle,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
Soft Machine,
June Days,
X-102,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
Tim Buckley,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers,
Magma,
PIL,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
Excepter,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Green,
The Fall,
Sam Rivers,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.