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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Aswad to the grunge 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Almond,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Loose Ends,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rosa Yemen,
The Knickerbockers,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros,
June Days,
Zero Boys,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
Cymande,
Ohio Players,
Skaos,
PIL,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
B.T. Express,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rakim,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
Kurtis Blow,
Nils Olav,
Pantaleimon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.