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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
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 organ 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the electroclash 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Sherman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rekid,
Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
Scion,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
Roxette,
Patti Smith,
JFA,
Jawbox,
Prince Buster,
Mo-Dettes,
Lakeside,
Tim Buckley,
Juan Atkins,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.