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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bar-Kays to the funk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Danielle Patucci,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
The American Breed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Dennis Brown,
Unwound,
Joyce Sims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
The Victims,
Black Flag,
The Invisible,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
Make Up,
Adolescents,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
Wings,
Infiniti,
The Moody Blues,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen,
Newcleus,
John Foxx,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Visage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.