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 China and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
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 güiro 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Harmonia,
Kas Product,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Bourne,
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
Prince Buster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Metal Thangz,
Bang On A Can,
The Cowsills,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fatback Band,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
The Busters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.