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 Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Moebius to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Sherman,
Henry Cow,
Derrick May,
Juan Atkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yaz,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Au Pairs,
Gong,
Soft Machine,
JFA,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
Suburban Knight,
The Human League,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five,
Pere Ubu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
Magazine,
Donny Hathaway,
Adolescents,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Near,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
ABC,
Joey Negro,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Max Romeo,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen,
PIL,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.