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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Nation of Ulysses to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
Ituana,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Sneak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
K-Klass,
Sugar Minott,
The New Christs,
The Residents,
X-102,
Cecil Taylor,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
Procol Harum,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
Chrome,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fear,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masters at Work,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Clarke,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dead C,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.