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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Zapp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Pere Ubu,
K-Klass,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minnie Riperton,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Das Ding,
Depeche Mode,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
Wasted Youth,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
Animal Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unwound,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
Chrome,
Fugazi,
T. Rex,
Cymande,
Visage,
Neu!,
Barry Ungar,
Newcleus,
Smog,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Coltrane,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.