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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Techniques to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Walker Brothers,
Schoolly D,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
L. Decosne,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
The Techniques,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marmalade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Byrd,
Make Up,
UT,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
Babytalk,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers,
Swans,
This Heat,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
cv313,
Chrome,
Drexciya,
Marc Almond,
Tears for Fears,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dead C,
Sugar Minott,
Smog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eden Ahbez,
Wolf Eyes,
Basic Channel,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.