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 Croatia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Gastr Del Sol,
June of 44,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Searchers,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
This Heat,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
Funkadelic,
Hardrive,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Mo-Dettes,
T. Rex,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
Popol Vuh,
K-Klass,
Henry Cow,
Sex Pistols,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Görl,
Average White Band,
Faust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skriet,
Pagans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.