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 Angola and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Spandau Ballet to the techno 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
Sixth Finger,
Quantec,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Bob Dylan,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smoke,
Skaos,
Main Source,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Pus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bad Manners,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Charles Mingus,
Popol Vuh,
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.