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 Azerbaijan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fela Kuti to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
Suicide,
Lou Christie,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
Funkadelic,
Hoover,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
Aaron Thompson,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
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The Names,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
B.T. Express,
The Smiths,
Zero Boys,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
Magma,
June of 44,
The Gories,
Faust,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.