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 Estonia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Hasil Adkins 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Franke,
Minor Threat,
Eli Mardock,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
Thompson Twins,
The Blues Magoos,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blackbyrds,
The Buckinghams,
Prince Buster,
The Slackers,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sonic Youth,
Symarip,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Janne Schatter,
The Angels of Light,
Quantec,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Man Parrish,
a-ha,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Black Pus,
Ohio Players,
the Bar-Kays,
Alice Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
Nirvana,
Funkadelic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.