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 Portugal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oblivians to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Technova,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tom Boy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
X-102,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
The Happenings,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Morten Harket,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
Kas Product,
a-ha,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
Mandrill,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
Juan Atkins,
Bush Tetras,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
Excepter,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.