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 Kosovo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
Camberwell Now,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44,
The Litter,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
Kayak,
Yaz,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fugazi,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
E-Dancer,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
Ornette Coleman,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.