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 Grenada and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Marmalade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flipper,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish,
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare,
Joyce Sims,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
Sound Behaviour,
Sarah Menescal,
the Sonics,
Moebius,
Franke,
Loose Ends,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
Unwound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
Nirvana,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
Susan Cadogan,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.