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 Japan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zapp to the grunge 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funky Four + One,
Scientists,
Fugazi,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
Siglo XX,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Teasers,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
Robert Hood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
Maleditus Sound,
Heaven 17,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
Soul II Soul,
Talk Talk,
Deakin,
Magma,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kurtis Blow,
the Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
Infiniti,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
Interpol,
Pantaleimon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.