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 Argentina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 John Lydon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Sandy B,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angry Samoans,
Nirvana,
Mars,
Los Fastidios,
Monolake,
X-102,
Gichy Dan,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Wells,
Arab on Radar,
Fear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
Hashim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
Visage,
Fela Kuti,
The Offenders,
Peter & Gordon,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.