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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Flamin' Groovies to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Sisters of Mercy,
China Crisis,
Colin Newman,
The Names,
Sight & Sound,
the Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
The Moody Blues,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rod Modell,
Infiniti,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ituana,
Magma,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
Sällskapet,
Y Pants,
The Raincoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Organ,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.