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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Outsiders 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Circle Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
Wire,
Shoche,
Dead Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cybotron,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip,
Rites of Spring,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
Stiv Bators,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gregory Isaacs,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Names,
Drexciya,
Fat Boys,
Mr. Review,
Amazonics,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.