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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Colin Newman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Symarip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
OOIOO,
Ultravox,
K-Klass,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
The Music Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Velvet Underground,
Juan Atkins,
Davy DMX,
Alice Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
the Association,
The Trojans,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
Blancmange,
Archie Shepp,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
The American Breed,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
The Martian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
Audionom,
Funkadelic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.