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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Avey Tare to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker,
Sight & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Loose Ends,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
John Coltrane,
Ronan,
Pierre Henry,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson,
Magazine,
Yaz,
Nils Olav,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Almond,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gong,
Scan 7,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pop Group,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.