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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Excepter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Procol Harum,
Kas Product,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
The Buckinghams,
David Bowie,
The Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
Barry Ungar,
The Cure,
Organ,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quadrant,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
Brick,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minny Pops,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jawbox,
OOIOO,
New Age Steppers,
CMW,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun City Girls,
The Sound,
The Index,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
Rapeman,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.