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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 This Heat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Girls At Our Best!,
Steve Hackett,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
Lalann,
Icehouse,
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masters at Work,
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
Bang On A Can,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Black Moon,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music,
Technova,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
June of 44,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Flag,
Cluster,
the Germs,
Moebius,
Michelle Simonal,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Görl,
Sarah Menescal,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.