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 Palau and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 X-Ray Spex to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Angels of Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Carl Craig,
Hot Snakes,
The Gun Club,
Liliput,
Ken Boothe,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deadbeat,
Radiohead,
The Zeros,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
Country Teasers,
Patti Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
Essential Logic,
Crime,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
Fat Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hardrive,
the Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
Moebius,
Sparks,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
Faraquet,
Mark Hollis,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC,
Monolake,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.