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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Infiniti to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
the Association,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Goldenarms,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
R.M.O.,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
The Mummies,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Sam Rivers,
Moebius,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
Porter Ricks,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
Country Teasers,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
Khruangbin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fugazi,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.