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 Peru and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 David Axelrod to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 linndrum and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
The Zeros,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amazonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minor Threat,
Slave,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Essential Logic,
The Residents,
Fear,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots,
Ornette Coleman,
These Immortal Souls,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rekid,
Pole,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
The Standells,
Ultra Naté,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gories,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
Magazine,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.