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 Estonia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade,
Chrome,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
Mandrill,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minutemen,
Pagans,
The Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Halsall,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smiths,
Faust,
Wings,
Sun City Girls,
Pulsallama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Popol Vuh,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.