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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Cecil Taylor to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant,
Flash Fearless,
Godley & Creme,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
Pagans,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kaleidoscope,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Move,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
Fear,
Jacques Brel,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
The Seeds,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
Sex Pistols,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Lightning Bolt,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.