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 Korea South and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Colin Newman to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
June of 44,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne,
OOIOO,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers,
The Vogues,
Grauzone,
Qualms,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne,
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
Moebius,
The Real Kids,
Minny Pops,
Sällskapet,
Jawbox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Duran Duran,
The Modern Lovers,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
K-Klass,
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
X-101,
Sandy B,
The Selecter,
Nick Fraelich,
Monks,
Cybotron,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Camberwell Now,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.