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 Australia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Bluetip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Wyatt,
The Litter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
Audionom,
Amon Düül II,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks,
Harry Pussy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
David Bowie,
Vladislav Delay,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sam Rivers,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
Leonard Cohen,
Max Romeo,
Donald Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Agitation Free,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marcia Griffiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Holt,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deadbeat,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
The Index,
The Cure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
The United States of America,
OOIOO,
X-102,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.