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 Marshall Islands and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Rekid to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
R.M.O.,
KRS-One,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
Josef K,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction,
Arthur Verocai,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
The Angels of Light,
Simply Red,
Stetsasonic,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
The Black Dice,
Television,
Icehouse,
June Days,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Banda Bassotti,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
Mark Hollis,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wings,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Real Kids,
Marmalade,
Subhumans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Litter,
The Divine Comedy,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7,
Charles Mingus,
The Vogues,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.