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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rites of Spring to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Busters,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
Interpol,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drexciya,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
The Monks,
The Searchers,
Sight & Sound,
Nas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
Fatback Band,
Eurythmics,
The Count Five,
Surgeon,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
Inner City,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
John Lydon,
Lakeside,
Dead Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
Suicide,
Amazonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.