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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Young Marble Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop,
Theoretical Girls,
PIL,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Dolphy,
The Standells,
Drexciya,
Fluxion,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
Tubeway Army,
The Pretty Things,
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kayak,
Malaria!,
Roxette,
Scion,
Pantytec,
The Star Department,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
The Birthday Party,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
The Remains,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
Lungfish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hashim,
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
Todd Terry,
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.