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 Maldives and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacob Miller to the disco 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Leonard Cohen,
Average White Band,
Yellowson,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
Harmonia,
Rites of Spring,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
Brand Nubian,
Babytalk,
Gang Starr,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
Slave,
Minutemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
Marc Almond,
Pere Ubu,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Parry Music,
The Gap Band,
Grauzone,
Y Pants,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
One Last Wish,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.