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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Funky Four + One to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Axelrod,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Subhumans,
Yazoo,
Mandrill,
The Move,
The Skatalites,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
Lightning Bolt,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
Sight & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
Visage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
Ohio Players,
Yaz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
Pussy Galore,
Hoover,
The Tremeloes,
Grauzone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats,
Crime,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
Alison Limerick,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
Tubeway Army,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.