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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Alice Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
Severed Heads,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Silicon Teens,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
Monolake,
Pagans,
Das Ding,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
Japan,
Hot Snakes,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Al Stewart,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Royal Trux,
Morten Harket,
A Certain Ratio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dawn Penn,
Brick,
The New Christs,
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
The Victims,
DNA,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.