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 Russia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the dance 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
Young Marble Giants,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mandrill,
Camberwell Now,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ponytail,
Khruangbin,
Bauhaus,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
Half Japanese,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
Roxy Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
Brick,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
Television,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joyce Sims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
Terry Callier,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.