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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Colin Newman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Clear Light,
Fugazi,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick May,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
Supertramp,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide,
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
Urselle,
New Order,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Saints,
The Monks,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
Ponytail,
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
Lalann,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
Excepter,
The Busters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantytec,
L. Decosne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.