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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Pulsallama to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
The Associates,
DNA,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Blossom Toes,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
The Wake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Martian,
Charles Mingus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire,
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.