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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Absolute Body Control to the rap 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Grauzone,
X-101,
Qualms,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
Excepter,
Royal Trux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sparks,
Das Ding,
Chrome,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Görl,
T. Rex,
Todd Terry,
Aswad,
Reagan Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
Jacques Brel,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
CMW,
Quadrant,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Connie Case,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
Agitation Free,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skarface,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.