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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Young Rascals to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Letta Mbulu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
Essential Logic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
Lakeside,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
Circle Jerks,
Scion,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
Cheater Slicks,
John Foxx,
The Fuzztones,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
Patti Smith,
The Barracudas,
Davy DMX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee,
Alton Ellis,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
Black Pus,
The Victims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maurizio,
Joe Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
Black Moon,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.