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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tremeloes to the jazz 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
Lalann,
The Names,
Underground Resistance,
Josef K,
Suicide,
Cybotron,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
A Certain Ratio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL,
T. Rex,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Zapp,
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
Harmonia,
Lightning Bolt,
the Swans,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Almond,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.