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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monolake to the grime 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
John Lydon,
cv313,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heaven 17,
Faraquet,
Nico,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gap Band,
Accadde A,
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour,
John Foxx,
Fluxion,
the Human League,
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
L. Decosne,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Franke,
Wire,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
Bauhaus,
a-ha,
Scrapy,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.