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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Yazoo to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
Yaz,
Goldenarms,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
Lalann,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
The Black Dice,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lucky Dragons,
Los Fastidios,
KRS-One,
Livin' Joy,
Max Romeo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lower 48,
Supertramp,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül,
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cheater Slicks,
Al Stewart,
The Busters,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
The Pop Group,
the Slits,
Mandrill,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
Smog,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.