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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Byron Stingily 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cowsills,
The Index,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
Rapeman,
EPMD,
Rosa Yemen,
John Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Jawbox,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
The Gap Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force,
T. Rex,
Erykah Badu,
Outsiders,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
The Invisible,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
Carl Craig,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
Arcadia,
PIL,
David Axelrod,
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
a-ha,
UT,
Susan Cadogan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.