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 Croatia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grey Daturas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
the Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy Collins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
Monks,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
Organ,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
Visage,
The Buckinghams,
Ronan,
Tres Demented,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grauzone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
Anakelly,
Dead Boys,
Sun City Girls,
a-ha,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox,
PIL,
Hashim,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy,
Bluetip,
Lalann,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.