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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tommy Roe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heaven 17,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
The Gap Band,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
Patti Smith,
Agitation Free,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
The Techniques,
the Sonics,
The Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Cameo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.