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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Drive Like Jehu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
Cameo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
Warren Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
David Bowie,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Toasters,
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
the Association,
Laurel Aitken,
Lucky Dragons,
kango's stein massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
JFA,
The Cramps,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
X-102,
Crime,
LL Cool J,
Monolake,
June Days,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
T. Rex,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
The Dirtbombs,
K-Klass,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.