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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Organ,
One Last Wish,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
Basic Channel,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
Lyres,
Maleditus Sound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Outsiders,
X-Ray Spex,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crime,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Almond,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Residents,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.