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 United States and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Groovy Waters to the dance 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker,
Intrusion,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
Sound Behaviour,
Bizarre Inc.,
cv313,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
The Evens,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
Mars,
Television,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Ituana,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
Amon Düül II,
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
Black Flag,
Lakeside,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.