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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Cameo to the grunge 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
The Martian,
The Fortunes,
Yaz,
Anakelly,
Gabor Szabo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
OOIOO,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
Supertramp,
Pantytec,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minutemen,
Monks,
AZ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
Alison Limerick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
ABC,
The Grass Roots,
Jawbox,
Brick,
Make Up,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.