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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 John Foxx to the electroclash 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Amon Düül II,
Urselle,
Erasure,
Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
Tres Demented,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quantec,
Das Ding,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slackers,
Hot Snakes,
Boz Scaggs,
Kas Product,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
Pylon,
X-102,
The Cowsills,
Quadrant,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
KRS-One,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
Fat Boys,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
The Motions,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Fluxion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ice-T,
Sight & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rekid,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.