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 Fiji and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nico to the rock 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
The Residents,
Rekid,
Fluxion,
The Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
One Last Wish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
Aswad,
Black Pus,
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
The Cure,
DNA,
Black Flag,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
Tommy Roe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Silicon Teens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Near,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
Ice-T,
The Birthday Party,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
A Certain Ratio,
Oblivians,
Chrome,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.