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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Associates to the disco 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Searchers,
Minny Pops,
Popol Vuh,
Jacob Miller,
Quadrant,
Fatback Band,
Tom Boy,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funkadelic,
La Düsseldorf,
Barry Ungar,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Half Japanese,
Wasted Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
AZ,
Kayak,
Radiohead,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dead C,
Index,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Cell,
The Names,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus,
The Count Five,
CMW,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lindisfarne,
James White and The Blacks,
The Remains,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.