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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Grauzone to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
The Gap Band,
Slick Rick,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
The Searchers,
Sugar Minott,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
The Skatalites,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wally Richardson,
Funky Four + One,
Schoolly D,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
The Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls,
Rosa Yemen,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Machine,
Patti Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Second Layer,
Radiohead,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.