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 Malta and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
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 sitar 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 R.M.O. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Human League,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
Monolake,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
10cc,
Freddie Wadling,
Max Romeo,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Angels of Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
Magma,
Intrusion,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.