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 Romania and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hasil Adkins,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacques Brel,
The Fortunes,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
The Tremeloes,
cv313,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drexciya,
Goldenarms,
Jacob Miller,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Sound Behaviour,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
Warsaw,
Half Japanese,
The Five Americans,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
10cc,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.