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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Marshall Jefferson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tim Buckley,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
Animal Collective,
Lakeside,
Negative Approach,
Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Pus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cymande,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tres Demented,
Unrelated Segments,
Slave,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magazine,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Halsall,
Young Marble Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flash Fearless,
Yaz,
Mandrill,
New Order,
Ronnie Foster,
Deepchord,
Gang of Four,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.