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 Grenada and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 R.M.O. 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
Pierre Henry,
Reagan Youth,
The Fortunes,
Ossler,
Peter & Gordon,
Maurizio,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
Unwound,
Lyres,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
Dawn Penn,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
Fluxion,
Jacob Miller,
The Black Dice,
The Moody Blues,
Ohio Players,
Warsaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Flag,
DNA,
K-Klass,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs,
Tears for Fears,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd,
Q65,
Yaz,
Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
The Names,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.