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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 The Doobie Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
June of 44,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
Suburban Knight,
The Names,
The Victims,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Colin Newman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantaleimon,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
cv313,
Dual Sessions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anthony Braxton,
the Normal,
The Moleskins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
The Buckinghams,
Massinfluence,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Desert Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Josef K,
Shoche,
Kool Moe Dee,
Animal Collective,
The Raincoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
Altered Images,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxy Music,
Quantec,
Stetsasonic,
The Index,
Deakin,
Cluster,
Section 25,
Funky Four + One,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.