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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
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 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 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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
Grauzone,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound,
Malaria!,
Adolescents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sällskapet,
Average White Band,
New Order,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eli Mardock,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Flag,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Slave,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Model 500,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Görl,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Tubeway Army,
Mantronix,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.