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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Joey Negro to the electroclash 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
Roxette,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
The Vogues,
Scratch Acid,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Half Japanese,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed,
Joensuu 1685,
Outsiders,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
Pere Ubu,
Marine Girls,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
OOIOO,
The Searchers,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fall,
Minor Threat,
Essential Logic,
Visage,
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.