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 Chile and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Pole to the techno 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
Warren Ellis,
Model 500,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
The Litter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Von Mondo,
Unwound,
Marine Girls,
The Black Dice,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harry Pussy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
48th St. Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
Japan,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.