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 Tajikistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Simply Red to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Popol Vuh,
Lungfish,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
The Names,
Malaria!,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gap Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy Collins,
The Kinks,
Fluxion,
Howard Jones,
The Fugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders,
Tim Buckley,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Moon,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
Crime,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
Eric Copeland,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
Lakeside,
Rapeman,
the Germs,
Al Stewart,
Funkadelic,
The Smiths,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.