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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mark Hollis 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
The Durutti Column,
Rakim,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
Hardrive,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
Wire,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fear,
Suicide,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Rundgren,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eden Ahbez,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scientists,
Surgeon,
Fad Gadget,
the Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
K-Klass,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.