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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
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 harpsichord 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 The Offenders to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Nils Olav,
Eurythmics,
David Bowie,
The Red Krayola,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
The Toasters,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Idris Muhammad,
Chrome,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül,
Zapp,
Grauzone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bluetip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Leaves,
Aswad,
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
Marc Almond,
Infiniti,
Q65,
Los Fastidios,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.