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 Guyana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 John Foxx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
Gang of Four,
The Happenings,
the Association,
Livin' Joy,
PIL,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
Qualms,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Last Poets,
The Mummies,
ABBA,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
DNA,
Make Up,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jawbox,
The Victims,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
Camouflage,
The Wake,
In Retrospect,
Sonny Sharrock,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
The Angels of Light,
Eli Mardock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Organ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana,
Crime,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
AZ,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
The Music Machine,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.