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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fugazi to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spandau Ballet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arcadia,
A Certain Ratio,
Boredoms,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
Index,
Howard Jones,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express,
Amazonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
Nas,
Funkadelic,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.