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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
the Normal,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quadrant,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
Amazonics,
Bobby Sherman,
The Golliwogs,
Skaos,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO,
Symarip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
the Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
Toni Rubio,
Y Pants,
Vainqueur,
Can,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
Fear,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gories,
Skarface,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Guru Guru,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.