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 Russia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Ultravox to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Gories,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
The Toasters,
Gang Green,
The Evens,
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
Glambeats Corp.,
Basic Channel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Junior Murvin,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
Amon Düül,
ABC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
The Pretty Things,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon,
Scientists,
Popol Vuh,
Reagan Youth,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple,
Cluster,
Crime,
Sonic Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
Country Teasers,
Sight & Sound,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.