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 Seychelles and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Standells to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Piero Umiliani,
Quantec,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Red Krayola,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne,
Laurel Aitken,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
the Human League,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
JFA,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
T. Rex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
DNA,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas,
Faust,
The Leaves,
Mark Hollis,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.