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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
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 linndrum 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 Black Sheep to the techno 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Halsall,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
Television,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Görl,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
Ohio Players,
Sugar Minott,
Organ,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Lynne,
Dark Day,
The Birthday Party,
Babytalk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
Japan,
Yellowson,
Visage,
Index,
Sight & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Carl Craig,
H. Thieme,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.