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 Chad and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Symarip to the rap 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Minutemen,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
Deepchord,
Excepter,
Chris & Cosey,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Sherman,
Sarah Menescal,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
DNA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Public Enemy,
Malaria!,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
cv313,
T. Rex,
Dawn Penn,
Fela Kuti,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
Unwound,
Ponytail,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
Mark Hollis,
Cal Tjader,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sandy B,
Whodini,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Althea and Donna,
Pere Ubu,
Scientists,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.