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 New Zealand and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
Ronan,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
Negative Approach,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
Maleditus Sound,
Technova,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
cv313,
Audionom,
Jandek,
Marine Girls,
the Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.