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 Somalia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warren Ellis to the rock 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Bourne,
Lindisfarne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marmalade,
ABBA,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Blossom Toes,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
Black Sheep,
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.