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 Denmark and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Lyres to the funk 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe 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?
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
Albert Ayler,
Marine Girls,
Model 500,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arthur Verocai,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
Rotary Connection,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
Schoolly D,
Average White Band,
Country Teasers,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
the Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
Nils Olav,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
The Misunderstood,
Terry Callier,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
X-101,
L. Decosne,
Marc Almond,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads,
Spoonie Gee,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.