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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pantaleimon to the grime 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül II,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Bauhaus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul II Soul,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
Simply Red,
Slave,
The Gories,
F. McDonald,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slackers,
Aswad,
Boredoms,
Banda Bassotti,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Freddie Wadling,
Suburban Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tommy Roe,
Nico,
The Slits,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Malaria!,
Joe Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
Khruangbin,
Robert Wyatt,
Alphaville,
Lucky Dragons,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.