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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Sparks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Bowie,
Skaos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
Section 25,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zero Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
DNA,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
Cal Tjader,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Easy Going,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.