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 Libya and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Sixth Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
Gang Starr,
Kayak,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
Urselle,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
Derrick May,
Q65,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Offenders,
F. McDonald,
Josef K,
Stereo Dub,
Nirvana,
ABC,
Cameo,
ABBA,
The Skatalites,
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
Technova,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Niagra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Groovy Waters,
Camouflage,
the Slits,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.