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 Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
Wally Richardson,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
Youth Brigade,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Sherman,
Niagra,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
Rod Modell,
The Offenders,
Deadbeat,
The Monks,
The Smoke,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Visage,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
China Crisis,
Q65,
Franke,
Interpol,
Joe Smooth,
Camouflage,
PIL,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
Grauzone,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Livin' Joy,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.