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 Antigua and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Procol Harum to the crunk 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Nirvana,
Jawbox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U,
Camberwell Now,
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
Mantronix,
Marc Almond,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
The Smoke,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
Section 25,
Alison Limerick,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Moon,
the Human League,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
Cecil Taylor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
The Sonics,
Hardrive,
Fat Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.