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 Latvia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Howard Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Bananas,
The Vogues,
Livin' Joy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Massinfluence,
Barbara Tucker,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
The Victims,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lyres,
the Swans,
Joy Division,
Warsaw,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
The Wake,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Move,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
The Associates,
The Moleskins,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.