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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Derrick May to the funk 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
The Fall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
Pantaleimon,
The Gories,
Average White Band,
Bill Wells,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
Dawn Penn,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dark Day,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Black Dice,
Eric Dolphy,
Prince Buster,
Pussy Galore,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.