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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Eddi Front to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
Prince Buster,
The Last Poets,
The Moleskins,
Rapeman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sound Behaviour,
Godley & Creme,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Green,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Severed Heads,
Jawbox,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Malaria!,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
Agitation Free,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
Von Mondo,
Nils Olav,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
Kerri Chandler,
Tubeway Army,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kaleidoscope,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.