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 Niger and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Blues Magoos,
Suicide,
Derrick May,
Mars,
Prince Buster,
Tres Demented,
Chrome,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
Marmalade,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
The Index,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Starr,
Flipper,
Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Sonics,
The Move,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
Al Stewart,
Freddie Wadling,
Make Up,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
the Slits,
Grauzone,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.