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 Burundi and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Ossler to the rock 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Babytalk,
OOIOO,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Khruangbin,
ABBA,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hot Snakes,
The United States of America,
The Residents,
The Doors,
Lyres,
X-101,
The New Christs,
Tommy Roe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Holt,
Tears for Fears,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
In Retrospect,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
Nas,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Wake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Darondo,
Oneida,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gap Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
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.