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 United States and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pole,
Country Teasers,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
UT,
Bad Manners,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
10cc,
Magma,
Panda Bear,
Shoche,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
R.M.O.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt,
Japan,
Pussy Galore,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth,
The Residents,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Görl,
FM Einheit,
Fear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
Aural Exciters,
Darondo,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Evens,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.