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 Poland and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gories to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Index,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brothers Johnson,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kas Product,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Charles Mingus,
Qualms,
The Gladiators,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
Nik Kershaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Toni Rubio,
The Velvet Underground,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash,
FM Einheit,
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
The Associates,
Lalann,
Roger Hodgson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
The New Christs,
Fear,
Junior Murvin,
Hot Snakes,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
Fat Boys,
Easy Going,
DJ Sneak,
Harry Pussy,
Lucky Dragons,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
Dawn Penn,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
The Gap Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.