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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tears for Fears 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Marc Almond,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
Tim Buckley,
Youth Brigade,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Pantytec,
F. McDonald,
In Retrospect,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
Swans,
Sparks,
Slick Rick,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers,
Hardrive,
One Last Wish,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
Kurtis Blow,
Vladislav Delay,
The Selecter,
Subhumans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Litter,
Mad Mike,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.