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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Babytalk to the techno 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
Camouflage,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott,
Newcleus,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Chris Corsano,
Mandrill,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sarah Menescal,
Swans,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
The Motions,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Sneak,
The Names,
Q65,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arthur Verocai,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.