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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Howard Jones to the grunge 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Kaleidoscope,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
the Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
Main Source,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
Brick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
Technova,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
The Beau Brummels,
Symarip,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.