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 Uganda and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warren Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Victims,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
Maleditus Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Görl,
John Foxx,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
EPMD,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neu!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül,
Ossler,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
DJ Style,
Supertramp,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
Juan Atkins,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
The Residents,
The Fugs,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
This Heat,
Soul II Soul,
Ultravox,
Byron Stingily,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.