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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 The Moleskins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
Lyres,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camberwell Now,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
In Retrospect,
The Moleskins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
Wally Richardson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delta 5,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
Agent Orange,
The Associates,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Eating Sloth,
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
the Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Q and Not U,
Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Pus,
The Offenders,
Bluetip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
Angry Samoans,
Cluster,
Mantronix,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.