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 Turkey and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Nas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Mandrill,
Ultravox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiohead,
Erasure,
Supertramp,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
These Immortal Souls,
the Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronnie Foster,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Flag,
Judy Mowatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Machine,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Idris Muhammad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.