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 United States and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
EPMD,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacques Brel,
Magma,
Easy Going,
OOIOO,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalann,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
Television,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
Aswad,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
Quantec,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
Fluxion,
June Days,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
Fear,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.