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 Brunei and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magazine,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
Yellowson,
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Icehouse,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
Supertramp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Bowie,
Subhumans,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
The Barracudas,
X-102,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
Au Pairs,
The Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Organ,
Camouflage,
The Offenders,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.