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 United Kingdom and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lalann to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
Hasil Adkins,
Junior Murvin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Animal Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
Sugar Minott,
Nik Kershaw,
The Litter,
Dead Boys,
ABC,
China Crisis,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques,
Minny Pops,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yaz,
Mr. Review,
Bronski Beat,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
Faraquet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
The Cowsills,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Pulsallama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stiv Bators,
The Moody Blues,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Liliput,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.