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 Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Dave Clark Five to the jazz 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Organ,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
Tim Buckley,
Janne Schatter,
Sight & Sound,
Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
Cybotron,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
Davy DMX,
Technova,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
Section 25,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed,
This Heat,
Brick,
Eurythmics,
Joey Negro,
Camouflage,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.