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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Can to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
R.M.O.,
Von Mondo,
Boredoms,
Laurel Aitken,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Qualms,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
Urselle,
Matthew Halsall,
Fat Boys,
The Music Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agitation Free,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves,
The Techniques,
Smog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
Khruangbin,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
Warren Ellis,
Radiohead,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.