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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
The Fugs,
Simply Red,
Scientists,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Second Layer,
Sällskapet,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
World's Most,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
Stiv Bators,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
Popol Vuh,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warsaw,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Victims,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
Deadbeat,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Remains,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalann,
Kayak,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.