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 Tajikistan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Bob Dylan to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
Lyres,
The Index,
Cluster,
The Gun Club,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
Lalo Schifrin,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Spoonie Gee,
Alphaville,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dark Day,
Severed Heads,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
Arab on Radar,
Lower 48,
Talk Talk,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Bananas,
The Doors,
Moby Grape,
Outsiders,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Görl,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.