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 Haiti and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Infiniti to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail,
Quantec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
The New Christs,
Q65,
Talk Talk,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rekid,
D'Angelo,
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
Colin Newman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-101,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Association,
Don Cherry,
Neu!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
Leonard Cohen,
Y Pants,
The Cramps,
H. Thieme,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
Pulsallama,
Dual Sessions,
Livin' Joy,
Shoche,
David Bowie,
Basic Channel,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.