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 Germany and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gerry Rafferty to the techno 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy,
the Association,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skarface,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
John Foxx,
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Drexciya,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neu!,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
Circle Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
The Tremeloes,
Dual Sessions,
Schoolly D,
Slave,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
Maleditus Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
Aural Exciters,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.