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 Tanzania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 UT to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Negative Approach,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
The Human League,
The Fugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slave,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yusef Lateef,
Unwound,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deakin,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
Parry Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
Radiohead,
Mantronix,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Saints,
Q65,
Suburban Knight,
Deadbeat,
Fela Kuti,
Byron Stingily,
E-Dancer,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Enemy,
Severed Heads,
the Human League,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
Talk Talk,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.