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 Kenya and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stockholm Monsters to the funk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Marvin Gaye,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fugs,
Eli Mardock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Techniques,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
Flamin' Groovies,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiohead,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Basic Channel,
The Associates,
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
The Barracudas,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
Ohio Players,
Brand Nubian,
The Music Machine,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
The Smiths,
The Evens,
The Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
Fear,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.