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 Maldives and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Rekid 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lower 48,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
Swans,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers,
DJ Sneak,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Henry Cow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Rekid,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
Sun City Girls,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
Groovy Waters,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
Mantronix,
Soul II Soul,
La Düsseldorf,
Mo-Dettes,
Fatback Band,
Sixth Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare,
The Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Techniques,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.