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 Bolivia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sparks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Deepchord,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
Skarface,
cv313,
Harry Pussy,
The Tremeloes,
Michelle Simonal,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
Schoolly D,
Pantaleimon,
Panda Bear,
Funky Four + One,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
Visage,
Fela Kuti,
The Walker Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
Oblivians,
Skriet,
Pagans,
Absolute Body Control,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun City Girls,
Sparks,
Technova,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside,
Sandy B,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Byrd,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ludus,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
Gong,
Darondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cymande,
The Monochrome Set,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.