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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Maleditus Sound to the dance 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Lower 48,
The Sonics,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
Ossler,
Cal Tjader,
Aswad,
Quantec,
Deadbeat,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
Ituana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lyres,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
Sister Nancy,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Five Americans,
Black Pus,
MC5,
Pole,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
Roger Hodgson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Barracudas,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.