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 United States and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Severed Heads to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Iggy Pop,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
Howard Jones,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kayak,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Smog,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fortunes,
Flipper,
LL Cool J,
Yazoo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Zeros,
Darondo,
The Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.