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 Monaco and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Suburban Knight to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minutemen,
Slick Rick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
DNA,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
Television,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Age Steppers,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
Letta Mbulu,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yusef Lateef,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reagan Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
Severed Heads,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
the Normal,
Michelle Simonal,
a-ha,
The Gap Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Clear Light,
Jawbox,
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.