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 Spokane.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Pylon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grauzone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-102,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
Tommy Roe,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Supertramp,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola,
The Cure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks,
World's Most,
Magma,
10cc,
Deakin,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
The American Breed,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Christie,
Boredoms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Near,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pop Group,
Crime,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.