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 Brunei and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Icehouse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A,
Index,
Chrome,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins,
Franke,
Scientists,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
The Modern Lovers,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
Popol Vuh,
Lakeside,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
The Cramps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
Goldenarms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.