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 Algeria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Amon Düül to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket,
Faust,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Machine,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
The Names,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
This Heat,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
Monolake,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
Siglo XX,
Fat Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
The Count Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Byron Stingily,
Lungfish,
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola,
Ponytail,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.