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 South Africa and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Techniques to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
the Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
Soulsonic Force,
D'Angelo,
The Vogues,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
Ossler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
World's Most,
Dave Gahan,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camouflage,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New York Dolls,
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yaz,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jandek,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.