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 Argentina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Names to the dance 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
The Durutti Column,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mad Mike,
Radio Birdman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skriet,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
The Motions,
Arab on Radar,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
The Sound,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
Crime,
The Gun Club,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
Reagan Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
Rosa Yemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
Eurythmics,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalann,
The Gladiators,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers,
Swell Maps,
The Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.