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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 The Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
T. Rex,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tim Buckley,
Kas Product,
La Düsseldorf,
The Happenings,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
The United States of America,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skarface,
Piero Umiliani,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
Pole,
The Mummies,
Zero Boys,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
Johnny Clarke,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.