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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Morten Harket to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
Alton Ellis,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Simply Red,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Motions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Modern Lovers,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
The Young Rascals,
Sex Pistols,
Black Bananas,
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
Spoonie Gee,
Warren Ellis,
Erasure,
Harry Pussy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pop Group,
Outsiders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zero Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.