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 Malta and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Germs to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Fear,
Jandek,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Slits,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Blancmange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
Amazonics,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chrome,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
New Age Steppers,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
Fugazi,
Siglo XX,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Minny Pops,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
China Crisis,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Crime,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
Cymande,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.