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 Bangladesh and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Raincoats to the electroclash 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Quando Quango,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
D'Angelo,
This Heat,
Stiv Bators,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
10cc,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
Crime,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
Bad Manners,
John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Franke,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
Das Ding,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.