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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 JFA to the dance 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Lynne,
Average White Band,
Zapp,
Bang On A Can,
Qualms,
Monolake,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
the Normal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
Blossom Toes,
Warsaw,
Yazoo,
Little Man,
Index,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang of Four,
Juan Atkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeru the Damaja,
T. Rex,
The Zeros,
CMW,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
Mantronix,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.