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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Black Sheep to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
John Lydon,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amazonics,
Glenn Branca,
The Monks,
Ituana,
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
The Remains,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs,
The Cowsills,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
Sister Nancy,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
Minny Pops,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lower 48,
Nirvana,
Stiv Bators,
Skriet,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Chrome,
The Fall,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stereo Dub,
UT,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.