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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pylon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Skatalites,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities,
ABBA,
Surgeon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
Chris Corsano,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
Pulsallama,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
The Selecter,
Fugazi,
Visage,
Sugar Minott,
Television,
DJ Sneak,
John Foxx,
Can,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rapeman,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Hood,
The Music Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grey Daturas,
Zero Boys,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.