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 Brunei and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Ohio Players to the techno 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Khruangbin,
Chrome,
Stereo Dub,
Brand Nubian,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television,
Black Bananas,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hoover,
Blancmange,
Joe Smooth,
Smog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
K-Klass,
New Age Steppers,
The Evens,
ABBA,
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
Sarah Menescal,
Patti Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
Spandau Ballet,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Invisible,
Gong,
Basic Channel,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.