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 Mauritania and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cluster,
Technova,
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moleskins,
The Names,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
Harry Pussy,
Marmalade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
Brand Nubian,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Nik Kershaw,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish,
The Toasters,
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Scion,
The Mojo Men,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.