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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Accadde A,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
The Saints,
Gichy Dan,
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Intrusion,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Skatalites,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
Jeff Mills,
Infiniti,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker,
Pole,
The Kinks,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Sneak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
One Last Wish,
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
The Divine Comedy,
Monolake,
CMW,
Monks,
Lou Christie,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Motions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delta 5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.