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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Desert Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Bluetip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Oneida,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
The Motions,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
the Swans,
Cymande,
Skriet,
Pere Ubu,
Peter and Kerry,
Sound Behaviour,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
Tubeway Army,
Liliput,
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
Yazoo,
Moby Grape,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Near,
The Trojans,
the Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.