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 Iran and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Gang Gang Dance to the punk 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Quadrant,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tubeway Army,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
Piero Umiliani,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
Bill Wells,
F. McDonald,
Icehouse,
Cal Tjader,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nas,
Howard Jones,
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
Bauhaus,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monochrome Set,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Shuggie Otis,
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
The Red Krayola,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
cv313,
Yazoo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
The Selecter,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.