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 Romania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
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 güiro 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 Adolescents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
a-ha,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
Scientists,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Man Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Association,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry's Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacques Brel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boz Scaggs,
Donny Hathaway,
Al Stewart,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
Yazoo,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
Mr. Review,
Neu!,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Finger,
Fluxion,
Wings,
kango's stein massive,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mars,
Radiohead,
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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.