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 Lesotho and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the jazz 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Radio Birdman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
Rekid,
Deakin,
Rotary Connection,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Niagra,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Monolake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
Godley & Creme,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
Guru Guru,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
Zero Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
B.T. Express,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boredoms,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Standells,
Japan,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
FM Einheit,
Maurizio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
Visage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.