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 Sierra Leone and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Tres Demented to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
David Axelrod,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Q65,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sugar Minott,
Goldenarms,
Thompson Twins,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
Outsiders,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crime,
Fugazi,
Bad Manners,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
Niagra,
Chris & Cosey,
The Victims,
Idris Muhammad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New York Dolls,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alphaville,
Pharoah Sanders,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
Unwound,
Minnie Riperton,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
The Cure,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Don Cherry,
Mandrill,
Shuggie Otis,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.