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 Belgium and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Ossler to the electroclash 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
Dennis Brown,
Scrapy,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
a-ha,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
Brick,
Oneida,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
Steve Hackett,
Neu!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Interpol,
The Stooges,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
Agent Orange,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.