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 Morocco and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suburban Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
Wings,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stereo Dub,
Zapp,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warren Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
Popol Vuh,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
China Crisis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
F. McDonald,
Slave,
Blake Baxter,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
MC5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
the Swans,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.