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 Libya and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oblivians,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Newcleus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
Talk Talk,
Ultravox,
Index,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
Man Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
CMW,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
Rakim,
The Doors,
Yaz,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalann,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
The J.B.'s,
The Raincoats,
Youth Brigade,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.