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 Mali and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the disco 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Sonic Youth,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
The Real Kids,
Tom Boy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Pus,
The Dead C,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
Sandy B,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
Urselle,
Juan Atkins,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
The Martian,
Nico,
Flash Fearless,
the Normal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
Dawn Penn,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
The Wake,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Standells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visage,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.