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 Cyprus and from London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
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 harpsichord 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 The Selecter to the punk 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Sarah Menescal,
Warsaw,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke,
Robert Hood,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Nico,
Ponytail,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
Crime,
Rekid,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
Surgeon,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
Moby Grape,
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
Hoover,
the Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Idris Muhammad,
Adolescents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Associates,
Thee Headcoats,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bluetip,
Goldenarms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.