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 Andorra and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Godley & Creme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
Joe Smooth,
KRS-One,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liliput,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
Soul II Soul,
Funky Four + One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
D'Angelo,
Smog,
Jacques Brel,
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
James White and The Blacks,
The Associates,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Make Up,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantytec,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
Excepter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.