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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Mr. Review to the electroclash 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Magma,
Kenny Larkin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
David McCallum,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
World's Most,
Liliput,
Smog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
The Associates,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Starr,
The Trojans,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
Black Sheep,
L. Decosne,
Subhumans,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Laurel Aitken,
10cc,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Clarke,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.