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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radio Birdman 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra,
June Days,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skarface,
Rufus Thomas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
Bronski Beat,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Sneak,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Khruangbin,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
The Raincoats,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection,
The Count Five,
Patti Smith,
Dead Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.