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 Burundi and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tom Verlaine 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
Slave,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalann,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Freddie Wadling,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed,
Q and Not U,
X-101,
Audionom,
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul,
La Düsseldorf,
The Invisible,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joy Division,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
Camouflage,
The Names,
kango's stein massive,
Little Man,
Pagans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monks,
Outsiders,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
Vainqueur,
The Star Department,
Ultravox,
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.