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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 The Alarm Clocks to the grime 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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T. Rex,
Ice-T,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler,
Fatback Band,
Aswad,
Dead Boys,
Sandy B,
Ten City,
Sun Ra,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lakeside,
Motorama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Visage,
Barbara Tucker,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Jawbox,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultravox,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deakin,
Q65,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
Black Bananas,
Lucky Dragons,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.