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 Bolivia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Index to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Los Fastidios,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Mad Mike,
Isaac Hayes,
Barrington Levy,
PIL,
Bob Dylan,
Lindisfarne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
Banda Bassotti,
Faraquet,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
Ludus,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Alphaville,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
Freddie Wadling,
Eden Ahbez,
Ponytail,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.