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 Sweden and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Anakelly to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
Black Sheep,
Minny Pops,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dead C,
Susan Cadogan,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
Von Mondo,
Maurizio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neu!,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeru the Damaja,
China Crisis,
Au Pairs,
Cheater Slicks,
CMW,
Bad Manners,
Hashim,
Bobby Sherman,
Minutemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Josef K,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rod Modell,
Soft Machine,
Darondo,
Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Halsall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.