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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians,
the Association,
Fela Kuti,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sparks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Can,
JFA,
Lindisfarne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
The Young Rascals,
F. McDonald,
The Move,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
The Star Department,
Magma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Invisible,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Goldenarms,
T. Rex,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
Trumans Water,
Colin Newman,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zapp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cybotron,
Mars,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
The Divine Comedy,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.