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 Syria and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 La Düsseldorf to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Metal Thangz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mr. Review,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pretty Things,
10cc,
Warsaw,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
Nas,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
The Fortunes,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
Skaos,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Nik Kershaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
cv313,
Al Stewart,
Adolescents,
The Last Poets,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
The Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Spandau Ballet,
Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Pole,
Lalann,
Hashim,
MC5,
The Residents,
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.