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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Kinks to the punk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Rekid,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange,
Cameo,
Simply Red,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Human League,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
cv313,
These Immortal Souls,
Byron Stingily,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magazine,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
T. Rex,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Piero Umiliani,
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5,
The Index,
Lyres,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.