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 Algeria and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
Anakelly,
Scan 7,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
Lakeside,
Sandy B,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Order,
The Remains,
Crime,
Lower 48,
The Index,
K-Klass,
Main Source,
The Techniques,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500,
H. Thieme,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Audionom,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Young Marble Giants,
Moebius,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
Eurythmics,
Peter and Kerry,
Whodini,
Michelle Simonal,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tom Boy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.