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 East Timor and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 The Young Rascals to the grunge 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
Leonard Cohen,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
Sound Behaviour,
X-102,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
Colin Newman,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
Minor Threat,
Shoche,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
The Sound,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
Von Mondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Newcleus,
Robert Wyatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
Morten Harket,
Skarface,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.