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 Cuba and from Bremen.
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 Delhi and Columbus.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The New Christs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Cameo,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
Audionom,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Make Up,
Crooked Eye,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
K-Klass,
Carl Craig,
the Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
Agent Orange,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smiths,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
EPMD,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
The Vogues,
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
Magazine,
Whodini,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.