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 Libya and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bauhaus to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
Qualms,
Outsiders,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
The Motions,
Nas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
Hasil Adkins,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Buzzcocks,
Lalann,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
Neil Young,
James White and The Blacks,
Blossom Toes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minor Threat,
Kas Product,
Japan,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
Panda Bear,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
Liliput,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.