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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Sexual Harrassment to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Drexciya,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Desert Stars,
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chrome,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
Mars,
Black Flag,
Monks,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
Gastr Del Sol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nik Kershaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Flash Fearless,
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
Todd Terry,
Japan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
The Walker Brothers,
Cymande,
Depeche Mode,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
Moebius,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.