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 Norway and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Stooges to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
ABC,
Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Q65,
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
Infiniti,
UT,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Goldenarms,
Flipper,
EPMD,
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Graham Central Station,
The Flesh Eaters,
Inner City,
Deakin,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
The Victims,
The Smoke,
The American Breed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minnie Riperton,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
Erykah Badu,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
the Normal,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Misunderstood,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.