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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rock 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
X-101,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
Aural Exciters,
Black Bananas,
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Sonics,
The Evens,
The Kinks,
10cc,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
Q65,
Vladislav Delay,
The Wake,
The Buckinghams,
Can,
The Smiths,
Rites of Spring,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
The Martian,
Gabor Szabo,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
The Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Colin Newman,
Organ,
Josef K,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Pylon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Negative Approach,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.