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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Kinks,
Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Donny Hathaway,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
Barry Ungar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
John Holt,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lyres,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
Agitation Free,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skriet,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
Yazoo,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Icehouse,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
Carl Craig,
Siglo XX,
The American Breed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Bananas,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
Davy DMX,
Talk Talk,
Lightning Bolt,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Arcadia,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
Gong,
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.