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 Serbia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Deakin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Delta 5,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
K-Klass,
Josef K,
John Foxx,
Fugazi,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
Rapeman,
John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
Eric Copeland,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
Nils Olav,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cheater Slicks,
The Stooges,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
B.T. Express,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.