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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Whodini to the rock 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young,
The Fall,
A Certain Ratio,
Desert Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Foxx,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
Quantec,
Darondo,
Amon Düül,
Animal Collective,
KRS-One,
Ken Boothe,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.