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 Panama and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
James White and The Blacks,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
Hardrive,
Graham Central Station,
Cheater Slicks,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultra Naté,
Grauzone,
New York Dolls,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO,
The Slits,
Ronan,
Hasil Adkins,
Index,
The Saints,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
Television,
Marvin Gaye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fela Kuti,
Byron Stingily,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Clarke,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
the Human League,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scientists,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.