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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Crash Course in Science to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funkadelic,
Wally Richardson,
Ice-T,
Scientists,
Sex Pistols,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Buzzcocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
Altered Images,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
The Slits,
Cluster,
The Doors,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
The Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
Blake Baxter,
Scratch Acid,
The Searchers,
Zapp,
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
DNA,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
E-Dancer,
Wolf Eyes,
Wings,
Glenn Branca,
Toni Rubio,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.