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 Vietnam and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Q65 to the dance 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
L. Decosne,
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
Patti Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
Mo-Dettes,
Isaac Hayes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
The Fortunes,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slick Rick,
Arab on Radar,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
10cc,
The Offenders,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
Yazoo,
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.