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 France and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
Symarip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slits,
Tres Demented,
Howard Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
Charles Mingus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
Clear Light,
Al Stewart,
Siglo XX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultravox,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.