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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Ossler to the disco 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Connie Case,
Howard Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cymande,
The Velvet Underground,
The Young Rascals,
Warsaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pole,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ten City,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
B.T. Express,
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Axelrod,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
cv313,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
June Days,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hot Snakes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.