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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Prunes to the disco 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
The Slits,
Wings,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
Mr. Review,
Carl Craig,
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
The Martian,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
Howard Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
The Five Americans,
David McCallum,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visage,
Pagans,
Josef K,
Funky Four + One,
Arab on Radar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.