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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Matthew Bourne to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
David McCallum,
Danielle Patucci,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
Pole,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
KRS-One,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Dark Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
Kayak,
The Durutti Column,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
Faust,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
Scratch Acid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sunsets and Hearts,
E-Dancer,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fugs,
Minny Pops,
Yellowson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Names,
China Crisis,
The Martian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chrome,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.