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 Japan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grime 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Lynne,
Harmonia,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
Brand Nubian,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Normal,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
Scan 7,
The Last Poets,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
Bauhaus,
Skriet,
Magazine,
La Düsseldorf,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
Derrick May,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
Rites of Spring,
Cameo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
Zapp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vainqueur,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grey Daturas,
Black Flag,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barrington Levy,
The Fortunes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
ABBA,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.