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 Gambia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Warren Ellis to the rap 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
L. Decosne,
The Mojo Men,
Oneida,
Nico,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cramps,
Fear,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
Talk Talk,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skriet,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Parry Music,
Youth Brigade,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
The Music Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy Collins,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.