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 Denmark and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grime 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
Ossler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Hasil Adkins,
Steve Hackett,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
Tubeway Army,
Ludus,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye,
Slave,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
Jandek,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mandrill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pop Group,
H. Thieme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Main Source,
Q and Not U,
Metal Thangz,
The Names,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.