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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Masters at Work to the disco 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Residents,
Popol Vuh,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Human League,
The New Christs,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
Sex Pistols,
Dorothy Ashby,
Junior Murvin,
Organ,
Thee Headcoats,
Motorama,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
Alphaville,
Lakeside,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Monks,
Patti Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.