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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Swans 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The United States of America,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Wyatt,
Television,
Dead Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Motorama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yazoo,
Erasure,
Agitation Free,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Von Mondo,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
the Human League,
Connie Case,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Malaria!,
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.