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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
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 güiro 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 Jeff Lynne to the crunk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
KRS-One,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
Sixth Finger,
June of 44,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Mills,
Black Flag,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Funky Four + One,
Drexciya,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most,
The Slits,
Lyres,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
The Grass Roots,
Blake Baxter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Y Pants,
Slick Rick,
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Circle Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
Faraquet,
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
Minutemen,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.