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 Croatia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Christie to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
Pylon,
Monolake,
R.M.O.,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick May,
Toni Rubio,
Monks,
Oneida,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
The Misunderstood,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti,
Blancmange,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
The Smiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
Ronnie Foster,
Wire,
Excepter,
Aswad,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siglo XX,
Graham Central Station,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.