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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the jazz 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Juan Atkins,
The Misunderstood,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
Nico,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
Babytalk,
The Saints,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
Lindisfarne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Zeros,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
Anakelly,
Leonard Cohen,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.