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 Albania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barrington Levy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Fluxion,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
CMW,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
Morten Harket,
The Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Make Up,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
The Mojo Men,
Pulsallama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slackers,
The Music Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
Unwound,
Arab on Radar,
Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
the Germs,
Yellowson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Yusef Lateef,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now,
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
F. McDonald,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.