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 Turkey and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Chrome,
Godley & Creme,
Visage,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
Aural Exciters,
Donald Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
Interpol,
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
The Gories,
The Monks,
Roxy Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Magazine,
The Mummies,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
Hashim,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
John Foxx,
Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fugazi,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pop Group,
Pantytec,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.