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 Belgium and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Fad Gadget to the grunge 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
KRS-One,
Rakim,
Ohio Players,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
Blake Baxter,
Organ,
Roxy Music,
Brick,
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
X-101,
John Holt,
Ludus,
Livin' Joy,
Brass Construction,
Sam Rivers,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
Blossom Toes,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Christie,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Machine,
The Mummies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
Can,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Trojans,
Zero Boys,
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.