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 Liberia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Trumans Water to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Standells,
The Doors,
The Golliwogs,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
Patti Smith,
The Fugs,
Magazine,
Gregory Isaacs,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
Urselle,
Surgeon,
The Gladiators,
The Five Americans,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
Wire,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Litter,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
Q65,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
Yazoo,
The Barracudas,
Brick,
Mantronix,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
The Martian,
The Young Rascals,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.