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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 ABC to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Henry Cow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Von Mondo,
Babytalk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magazine,
Grey Daturas,
Unwound,
Brick,
Banda Bassotti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
Black Pus,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
John Foxx,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
Skaos,
Adolescents,
The Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wings,
Faraquet,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
The Neon Judgement,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Au Pairs,
Ossler,
Gong,
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.