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 Malawi and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Mojo Men to the electroclash 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
Pere Ubu,
Lindisfarne,
Cecil Taylor,
The Evens,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pretty Things,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
Interpol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
Mandrill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
The Offenders,
JFA,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
X-Ray Spex,
The Birthday Party,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacques Brel,
Josef K,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scrapy,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slick Rick,
Pantaleimon,
Main Source,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.