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 Seychelles and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
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 marimba 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 Reuben Wilson to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jandek,
Silicon Teens,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
Slick Rick,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
Kayak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quantec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June of 44,
X-101,
Skaos,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
the Sonics,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Star Department,
Blancmange,
Arcadia,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lungfish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mark Hollis,
These Immortal Souls,
Loose Ends,
Anthony Braxton,
Yusef Lateef,
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Basic Channel,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
Eddi Front,
R.M.O.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.