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 Spain and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 L. Decosne to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk,
Intrusion,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
Hasil Adkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy Collins,
Graham Central Station,
The Slits,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Desert Stars,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
The Toasters,
Aloha Tigers,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Negative Approach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.