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 Togo and from New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lakeside to the electroclash 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Wyatt,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
cv313,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
Wasted Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
The Doors,
Don Cherry,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
Arcadia,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stiv Bators,
Scrapy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rotary Connection,
The Five Americans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
Surgeon,
Bobby Womack,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Style,
PIL,
Unrelated Segments,
David Bowie,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
Anthony Braxton,
The Techniques,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.