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 Estonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pop Group,
Audionom,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalann,
Cymande,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
Jeff Lynne,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Association,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
The Sonics,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Human League,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
Blossom Toes,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
The Litter,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
Ossler,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Clarke,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wire,
The American Breed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.