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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Arab on Radar to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Real Kids,
Magma,
Lebanon Hanover,
This Heat,
Skarface,
The J.B.'s,
Albert Ayler,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marine Girls,
the Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Erykah Badu,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
The Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
The Mojo Men,
World's Most,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
The Motions,
The Gun Club,
The Wake,
Sandy B,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
the Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
Franke,
Stetsasonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Enemy,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.