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 St Lucia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Man Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Hill,
The Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Stetsasonic,
the Swans,
48th St. Collective,
EPMD,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
Arcadia,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
Deakin,
10cc,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Au Pairs,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
Archie Shepp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harmonia,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
Juan Atkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.