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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nils Olav to the dance 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Index,
The Black Dice,
Young Marble Giants,
This Heat,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bluetip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pagans,
James White and The Blacks,
Arthur Verocai,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
Oneida,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
Scan 7,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Invisible,
ABBA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Byron Stingily,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
UT,
Grauzone,
Ohio Players,
The Wake,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.