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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Kaleidoscope 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Quando Quango,
Public Enemy,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
The Martian,
The Raincoats,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
Quadrant,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
ABC,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure,
Sam Rivers,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Mantronix,
Stiv Bators,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tubeway Army,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faust,
Nick Fraelich,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.