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 Senegal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grime 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
DNA,
The Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mandrill,
Sällskapet,
Barrington Levy,
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
Slave,
Scott Walker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Flag,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Zeros,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
Brick,
AZ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.