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 Egypt and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 These Immortal Souls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Idris Muhammad,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young,
Bad Manners,
Flipper,
Babytalk,
Henry Cow,
Joy Division,
Barrington Levy,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
Ohio Players,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
The Residents,
MDC,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash,
Simply Red,
Kaleidoscope,
Alice Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
Section 25,
Pantytec,
The Smiths,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
Sight & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.