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 Senegal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Los Fastidios to the crunk 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
Public Enemy,
Derrick May,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
Bobby Sherman,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
Jandek,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
48th St. Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
The Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
the Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Neon Judgement,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
The Leaves,
The Litter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
Ossler,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
X-101,
The Selecter,
Excepter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.