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 Gambia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
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 linndrum 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 Franke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
kango's stein massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blancmange,
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
Circle Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
Drexciya,
Parry Music,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Infiniti,
Qualms,
Sexual Harrassment,
R.M.O.,
Public Enemy,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Wells,
the Association,
The Last Poets,
Camberwell Now,
Quando Quango,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Lakeside,
Procol Harum,
Henry Cow,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Warsaw,
Ronan,
Zapp,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.