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 Palau and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boz Scaggs to the punk 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
Wolf Eyes,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Bowie,
Magazine,
The Grass Roots,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronan,
Eli Mardock,
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Near,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy Collins,
Interpol,
Eric Copeland,
Kayak,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
Organ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MDC,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum,
Crime,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.