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 South Africa and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Angry Samoans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
Panda Bear,
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves,
Danielle Patucci,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
Peter & Gordon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Wells,
Goldenarms,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
Can,
The New Christs,
Jawbox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
Nirvana,
Magazine,
Erasure,
Fugazi,
The Searchers,
Sandy B,
Fear,
Deepchord,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
The Names,
The Move,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.