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 Russia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Shoche to the jazz 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Terry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
UT,
Massinfluence,
Tommy Roe,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
Faust,
Aloha Tigers,
Moebius,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Janne Schatter,
The Zeros,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magazine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Steve Hackett,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
Qualms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.