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 Qatar and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Crash Course in Science to the grime 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
The Litter,
David McCallum,
Yellowson,
New Order,
Stereo Dub,
Section 25,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stetsasonic,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
Subhumans,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
Accadde A,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
Maleditus Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.