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 Korea North and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fuzztones to the rock 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wolf Eyes,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Teasers,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
The Offenders,
JFA,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
UT,
Deadbeat,
Charles Mingus,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
Hashim,
Gerry Rafferty,
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
Erasure,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül II,
Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo,
Bad Manners,
Colin Newman,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Whodini,
The Standells,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.