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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Quantec to the grime 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
Hashim,
X-101,
The Cramps,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare,
Minor Threat,
June of 44,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Scratch Acid,
K-Klass,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
Ten City,
Laurel Aitken,
David Bowie,
Andrew Hill,
Peter & Gordon,
D'Angelo,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Darondo,
cv313,
MC5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Groovy Waters,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.