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 Yemen and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
The Evens,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
Technova,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
Kerri Chandler,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Misunderstood,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flipper,
Con Funk Shun,
Gichy Dan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
Icehouse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Janne Schatter,
Funkadelic,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
DNA,
Kenny Larkin,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
Susan Cadogan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
Sarah Menescal,
Pole,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
The Velvet Underground,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.