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 Finland and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Christie to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bad Manners,
ABC,
Faraquet,
Underground Resistance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
Smog,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
The Invisible,
Q65,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
Lyres,
New Age Steppers,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Wire,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Index,
Pere Ubu,
Sandy B,
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
John Holt,
Kenny Larkin,
Byron Stingily,
Nirvana,
Black Pus,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.