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 Ireland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Henry Cow to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q and Not U,
Cal Tjader,
Swans,
Minor Threat,
Jacques Brel,
The Leaves,
Visage,
Charles Mingus,
Bush Tetras,
Neu!,
Dorothy Ashby,
The American Breed,
U.S. Maple,
Al Stewart,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hashim,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
Donald Byrd,
Slave,
Cluster,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
Alison Limerick,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Leonard Cohen,
Whodini,
the Slits,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth,
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.