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 Bulgaria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Lou Reed to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Royal Trux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
Sandy B,
In Retrospect,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
This Heat,
Lalann,
Avey Tare,
The Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
Quantec,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.