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 New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
The Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
Vladislav Delay,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
Graham Central Station,
Camouflage,
Groovy Waters,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
the Association,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Whodini,
The Remains,
Bootsy Collins,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faraquet,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
Tommy Roe,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
Model 500,
Can,
The Names,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.