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 Saudi Arabia 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Desert Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves,
Toni Rubio,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Gang of Four,
Kevin Saunderson,
Inner City,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
The Gap Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ossler,
Sound Behaviour,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
Nico,
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
Can,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
JFA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.