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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Supertramp to the rock 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Liliput,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiohead,
Guru Guru,
Ten City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
Monolake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masters at Work,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
Brothers Johnson,
Ludus,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fuzztones,
Babytalk,
Moss Icon,
Aswad,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül II,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
UT,
The Fall,
Iggy Pop,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
the Swans,
The Fortunes,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
Suburban Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.