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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oneida to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan 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?
48th St. Collective,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak,
Lyres,
Rapeman,
Althea and Donna,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
The Evens,
Circle Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Darondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
Pole,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
Technova,
Saccharine Trust,
Stereo Dub,
Davy DMX,
Arthur Verocai,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
World's Most,
Make Up,
Charles Mingus,
MDC,
Jandek,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Almond,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.