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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
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 synthesizer 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 Hoover to the electroclash 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Holt,
The Gladiators,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
The Dirtbombs,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ice-T,
X-Ray Spex,
Second Layer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ponytail,
a-ha,
AZ,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Golliwogs,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
Bob Dylan,
Erykah Badu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radio Birdman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pierre Henry,
Juan Atkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Index,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
ABBA,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
X-102,
the Germs,
PIL,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.