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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Drexciya to the techno 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Searchers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bob Dylan,
Depeche Mode,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
Colin Newman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Almond,
Eli Mardock,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
The Angels of Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Section 25,
48th St. Collective,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
kango's stein massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mark Hollis,
The Names,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blake Baxter,
Roger Hodgson,
Moebius,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stetsasonic,
Ice-T,
DJ Sneak,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
Deepchord,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
Charles Mingus,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Halsall,
Magazine,
Cluster,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
FM Einheit,
The Fall,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.