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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Normal to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scientists,
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
The Monochrome Set,
The Durutti Column,
Quando Quango,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Jawbox,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
One Last Wish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pop Group,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
Massinfluence,
X-Ray Spex,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
Inner City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cure,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.