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 Tonga and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Dual Sessions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
Spandau Ballet,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
The Gories,
Jerry's Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
Heaven 17,
Masters at Work,
Eurythmics,
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
Average White Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Parry Music,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
Rod Modell,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
Fad Gadget,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
Boz Scaggs,
Hashim,
Radiohead,
The Star Department,
Henry Cow,
Talk Talk,
Marine Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jandek,
Oblivians,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
Qualms,
The Wake,
Mission of Burma,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.