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 Yemen and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
Morten Harket,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
Deakin,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Howard Jones,
Zero Boys,
In Retrospect,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
The Mummies,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
The Evens,
JFA,
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Sherman,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Glenn Branca,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Dolphy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
UT,
Matthew Halsall,
Y Pants,
Faraquet,
Marc Almond,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
H. Thieme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Urselle,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sparks,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.