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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 The Raincoats to the techno 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
A Certain Ratio,
Hashim,
the Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
Half Japanese,
The Divine Comedy,
Amazonics,
Country Teasers,
Boredoms,
The Evens,
H. Thieme,
Mars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
Aswad,
Wings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scratch Acid,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sparks,
Wolf Eyes,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
Fela Kuti,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
Lyres,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Los Fastidios,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slackers,
The Knickerbockers,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.