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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flesh Eaters 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
Surgeon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
Supertramp,
Icehouse,
The Mummies,
Stereo Dub,
Roxette,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
The Moody Blues,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
Essential Logic,
New Order,
Monolake,
Mars,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
Hasil Adkins,
Procol Harum,
Wally Richardson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stetsasonic,
Gong,
The Tremeloes,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q and Not U,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Raincoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.