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 Iceland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Desert Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
EPMD,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
Loose Ends,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
Ossler,
JFA,
Agitation Free,
The Invisible,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
Hoover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Scratch Acid,
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood,
The Young Rascals,
Infiniti,
The Victims,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
The Cramps,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sparks,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.