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 Vanuatu and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warsaw to the rap 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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
Ludus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stereo Dub,
Blancmange,
The Victims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jandek,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
Mr. Review,
The Trojans,
Moebius,
Mars,
Cecil Taylor,
Yaz,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Television,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
Barclay James Harvest,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
Surgeon,
John Foxx,
Idris Muhammad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.