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 Antigua and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Alphaville to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
The Trojans,
Patti Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Althea and Donna,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Albert Ayler,
The Happenings,
Fela Kuti,
Darondo,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
Rakim,
Gong,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
The Pretty Things,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
Kayak,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rapeman,
Joe Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
The Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Slave,
The Smoke,
Brass Construction,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.