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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Görl,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms,
Tears for Fears,
Cameo,
Franke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
Quando Quango,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
The Monochrome Set,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultra Naté,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funkadelic,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
Sarah Menescal,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.