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 Suriname and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Saccharine Trust to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Accadde A,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones,
Roxy Music,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
Henry Cow,
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grey Daturas,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
Franke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Cal Tjader,
The Moody Blues,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radio Birdman,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
Massinfluence,
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
Kerri Chandler,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.