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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kayak to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ituana,
Visage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
Popol Vuh,
The Beau Brummels,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
China Crisis,
Soul II Soul,
Bad Manners,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bluetip,
Dennis Brown,
Pantytec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kas Product,
Dorothy Ashby,
Janne Schatter,
Pantaleimon,
Mr. Review,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric B and Rakim,
Malaria!,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.