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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
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 spring reverb 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Fortunes,
The Techniques,
Sugar Minott,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moleskins,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funkadelic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
Scratch Acid,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sound,
Rekid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Real Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
MC5,
Man Parrish,
The Move,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sex Pistols,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Brick,
Black Flag,
Boz Scaggs,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.