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 Jordan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Boredoms to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Das Ding,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
Adolescents,
Pagans,
Harry Pussy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spandau Ballet,
Quadrant,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
ABC,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rapeman,
Arthur Verocai,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shuggie Otis,
Loose Ends,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siglo XX,
Jandek,
Bang On A Can,
Supertramp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Japan,
Organ,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Association,
Crime,
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
The Smoke,
Q65,
Roger Hodgson,
U.S. Maple,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.