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 Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry's Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yazoo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Grass Roots,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
Audionom,
Panda Bear,
E-Dancer,
The Five Americans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Joensuu 1685,
Visage,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Metal Thangz,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
The Victims,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
Rufus Thomas,
The Barracudas,
Kenny Larkin,
Jandek,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.