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 Spain and from London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agent Orange 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Infiniti,
Royal Trux,
Sugar Minott,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
The Slackers,
T. Rex,
Donny Hathaway,
Quadrant,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Darondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Panda Bear,
The Tremeloes,
Sun City Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ten City,
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Searchers,
Excepter,
Al Stewart,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
Pole,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.