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 Bhutan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '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 Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
World's Most,
the Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joyce Sims,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
Glenn Branca,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronan,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
Kool Moe Dee,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
X-101,
Bauhaus,
Skarface,
Danielle Patucci,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arcadia,
Lungfish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
EPMD,
Deepchord,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalann,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.