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 Malawi and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Public Image Ltd. 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
The Evens,
The Music Machine,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Inner City,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex,
The Walker Brothers,
Section 25,
Stereo Dub,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echospace,
Little Man,
Scratch Acid,
John Holt,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
Nirvana,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
World's Most,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rotary Connection,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camberwell Now,
The Doors,
Lyres,
Unwound,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.