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 Bremen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Junior Murvin to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Moon,
Iggy Pop,
Gang of Four,
Organ,
Morten Harket,
Pole,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
Rotary Connection,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cramps,
The Pop Group,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Easy Going,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
D'Angelo,
Joyce Sims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
Grauzone,
Mission of Burma,
Maurizio,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
Surgeon,
Model 500,
the Germs,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
The Smiths,
Unrelated Segments,
The Kinks,
Marvin Gaye,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
Althea and Donna,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.