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 Malta and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Delon & Dalcan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
Flipper,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
The Evens,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
Outsiders,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jimmy McGriff,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
Theoretical Girls,
New Order,
Intrusion,
Lightning Bolt,
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
Grey Daturas,
Anakelly,
The Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Scion,
The Offenders,
EPMD,
Pylon,
Interpol,
Minny Pops,
Crispian St. Peters,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
Niagra,
Henry Cow,
The Smiths,
ABC,
Fad Gadget,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.