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 South Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Pylon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minny Pops,
Ultravox,
Dual Sessions,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Siglo XX,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
Camouflage,
Black Pus,
Bad Manners,
Television,
Nirvana,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gun Club,
The Index,
Ten City,
ABC,
Gong,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
Pussy Galore,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
The Durutti Column,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rekid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
Jacob Miller,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythm & Sound,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
Stereo Dub,
Aaron Thompson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.