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 Barbados and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siglo XX to the dance 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
Q65,
Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Wyatt,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
Scan 7,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings,
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
Ossler,
Nas,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
Donald Byrd,
Guru Guru,
The Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Freddie Wadling,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
Smog,
Max Romeo,
Jacob Miller,
Ituana,
Cymande,
X-101,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Rundgren,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moody Blues,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.