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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail,
Surgeon,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiohead,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
Inner City,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
Charles Mingus,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blues Magoos,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Rekid,
Ludus,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
Sugar Minott,
Roger Hodgson,
The Count Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
The Knickerbockers,
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.