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 Bulgaria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric Dolphy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Terry Callier,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
Amon Düül,
Archie Shepp,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
Wire,
Lalann,
The Litter,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Joy Division,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Brass Construction,
Maurizio,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
Cluster,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Terry,
Second Layer,
Guru Guru,
Cal Tjader,
Crispian St. Peters,
Freddie Wadling,
Yaz,
Harmonia,
The Techniques,
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
The Birthday Party,
the Swans,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
Crime,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
The Cramps,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.