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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
Quadrant,
Blancmange,
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas,
T. Rex,
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez,
David McCallum,
Marvin Gaye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
Mission of Burma,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mandrill,
The Evens,
Audionom,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
Deakin,
Stetsasonic,
Kayak,
The Dirtbombs,
The Kinks,
CMW,
China Crisis,
Surgeon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Graham Central Station,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pylon,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
John Lydon,
Dave Gahan,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.