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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thompson Twins to the techno 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Durutti Column,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Happenings,
David McCallum,
The Pop Group,
U.S. Maple,
Juan Atkins,
Duran Duran,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bronski Beat,
the Normal,
ABBA,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gladiators,
Roxette,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
Joey Negro,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
Depeche Mode,
Soul II Soul,
Talk Talk,
Mars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
kango's stein massive,
Jandek,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
Amazonics,
Gong,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.