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 Mauritania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Martian to the grunge 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock,
Banda Bassotti,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
The Litter,
Iggy Pop,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
Oblivians,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiohead,
Lungfish,
The Happenings,
The Names,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aswad,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Remains,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
E-Dancer,
Wasted Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.