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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 China Crisis to the electroclash 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Josef K,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
Agent Orange,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow,
Sarah Menescal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
Sällskapet,
Howard Jones,
Q65,
Dual Sessions,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
Von Mondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
Minor Threat,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
The Associates,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
Supertramp,
Adolescents,
Fatback Band,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.