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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Human League,
MC5,
AZ,
JFA,
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wasted Youth,
Interpol,
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
Easy Going,
The Buckinghams,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review,
Hoover,
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
FM Einheit,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
The Vogues,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Buzzcocks,
Khruangbin,
Nirvana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes,
Alison Limerick,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Model 500,
Nico,
Unrelated Segments,
Cameo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow,
Theoretical Girls,
The Black Dice,
The Seeds,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
Simply Red,
The Cure,
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.