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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Metal Thangz to the funk 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
The Divine Comedy,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
Skriet,
Pantaleimon,
Dave Gahan,
Black Flag,
Quantec,
Deadbeat,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
The Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Pus,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl,
Depeche Mode,
Cymande,
Kayak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
Subhumans,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Alice Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.