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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
Wally Richardson,
10cc,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yellowson,
ABC,
a-ha,
Delta 5,
Rotary Connection,
Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
Joensuu 1685,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultravox,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
X-101,
Pierre Henry,
PIL,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
Das Ding,
Bobby Sherman,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
Davy DMX,
Warren Ellis,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oneida,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
Quadrant,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.