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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Index,
Gong,
Arab on Radar,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
Pole,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Selecter,
The Mojo Men,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
Cybotron,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
Tommy Roe,
B.T. Express,
David McCallum,
Shoche,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Metal Thangz,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
Rapeman,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
Aural Exciters,
The Smoke,
Khruangbin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
Inner City,
Byron Stingily,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.