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 Croatia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Morten Harket 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
Nas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
Camberwell Now,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ituana,
Avey Tare,
Dead Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
Drexciya,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
the Swans,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.