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 United Kingdom and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pretty Things to the grunge 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Henry Cow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
L. Decosne,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Certain Ratio,
Slave,
Crime,
The Happenings,
Ronnie Foster,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Niagra,
Byron Stingily,
The Motions,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
Quando Quango,
John Holt,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
The Vogues,
Ohio Players,
Erykah Badu,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.