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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
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 marimba 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 The Fall to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
Lyres,
Tommy Roe,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unrelated Segments,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
Camouflage,
Mr. Review,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
Basic Channel,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Model 500,
Sarah Menescal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
UT,
Babytalk,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gladiators,
Can,
Swell Maps,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.