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 France and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Lungfish to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
MDC,
Lyres,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suburban Knight,
Guru Guru,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
Joe Finger,
The Music Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
Pylon,
Aswad,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Stooges,
Tom Boy,
The Martian,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Los Fastidios,
Ronnie Foster,
Scion,
Intrusion,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
Ossler,
Jawbox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.