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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
Sällskapet,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scientists,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlback,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Audionom,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Max Romeo,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
48th St. Collective,
Anakelly,
LL Cool J,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sister Nancy,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Human League,
The Techniques,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
Pantytec,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.