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 Namibia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Sam Rivers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
Au Pairs,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
Smog,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ohio Players,
Nico,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
UT,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
Erykah Badu,
Wings,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
Interpol,
X-102,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
Crime,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.