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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Robert Hood to the grime 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
B.T. Express,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Yaz,
Slick Rick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
Iggy Pop,
Television Personalities,
K-Klass,
Moebius,
a-ha,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Bowie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
Au Pairs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Remains,
The Skatalites,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
The Residents,
Fugazi,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
The Techniques,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Selecter,
Infiniti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.