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 Yemen and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Intrusion to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
Fluxion,
John Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
Junior Murvin,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Los Fastidios,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
Cybotron,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
K-Klass,
The Motions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wire,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
Archie Shepp,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells,
Von Mondo,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Oneida,
The Associates,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
Minor Threat,
Dave Gahan,
The Divine Comedy,
Aswad,
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
Parry Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.