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 Benin and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Quantec to the grime 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
Andrew Hill,
Grauzone,
Lalo Schifrin,
K-Klass,
The Tremeloes,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
Popol Vuh,
Stiv Bators,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
The Grass Roots,
Aswad,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
X-Ray Spex,
Flipper,
Buzzcocks,
Arcadia,
Fugazi,
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
The Gories,
The Last Poets,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terry Callier,
Wire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
The Move,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
Schoolly D,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Bauhaus,
The Divine Comedy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.