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 Zambia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
Duran Duran,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
Marc Almond,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Mills,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
Quantec,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
La Düsseldorf,
Harmonia,
Silicon Teens,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus,
The Associates,
Pylon,
Bootsy Collins,
Zero Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus,
Hot Snakes,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.