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 Spokane.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
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 synthesizer 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 The Invisible to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum 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?
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
The Smoke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
Soft Cell,
Brick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Carl Craig,
Marine Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
Zapp,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
Essential Logic,
Unwound,
The New Christs,
MC5,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
Rekid,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
Qualms,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
the Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
the Association,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.