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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Fear to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Red Krayola,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas,
Michelle Simonal,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Oneida,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
Urselle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Television,
Mission of Burma,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
Maurizio,
Eric Copeland,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sandy B,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Moon,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
Roxette,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
Faraquet,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
Mars,
Groovy Waters,
Goldenarms,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.