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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Colin Newman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
Kas Product,
cv313,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Smog,
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
Scrapy,
Gong,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Martian,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
The American Breed,
Shoche,
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marine Girls,
UT,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
Royal Trux,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.