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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Age Steppers to the rock 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 The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
Black Flag,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
The Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Quadrant,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
Q65,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ituana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun City Girls,
Patti Smith,
DJ Style,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
Warren Ellis,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
The Seeds,
Derrick May,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joensuu 1685,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.