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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Can to the dance 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Bill Wells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
AZ,
Boredoms,
Q and Not U,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Panda Bear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
Franke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Selecter,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
Oneida,
the Sonics,
Black Flag,
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Main Source,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
The Gap Band,
Althea and Donna,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Alphaville,
Agitation Free,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minnie Riperton,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.