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 China and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 The Gories to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
Scion,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
The Walker Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Sneak,
The Last Poets,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie,
Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
Wings,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Swans,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.