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 Israel and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Altered Images to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
The Young Rascals,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
Basic Channel,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
The Last Poets,
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang On A Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MDC,
Sister Nancy,
A Certain Ratio,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visage,
Pole,
Mark Hollis,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.