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 Senegal and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 The Motions to the electroclash 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Ossler,
Simply Red,
These Immortal Souls,
Maurizio,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
The Monochrome Set,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Don Cherry,
Faraquet,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
a-ha,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
Minny Pops,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
World's Most,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scientists,
Ultravox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
Qualms,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
This Heat,
Television,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
T.S.O.L.,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.