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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Hood to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sam Rivers,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope,
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
June of 44,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nils Olav,
B.T. Express,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry's Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Standells,
Scion,
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cybotron,
Hashim,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Technova,
The Star Department,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
Mantronix,
Desert Stars,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
Absolute Body Control,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magma,
Buzzcocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.