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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yaz to the grunge 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fuzztones,
Unrelated Segments,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
New Age Steppers,
Zero Boys,
The Fortunes,
Smog,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
Patti Smith,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
JFA,
Roger Hodgson,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
Howard Jones,
CMW,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
The Monks,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Mr. Review,
Scientists,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
Unwound,
Sällskapet,
The Durutti Column,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
U.S. Maple,
Crash Course in Science,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.