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 Madagascar and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Camouflage to the jazz 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Move,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
Lyres,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
Charles Mingus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lebanon Hanover,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
Flipper,
JFA,
The Residents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
Icehouse,
Slave,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
Main Source,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Letta Mbulu,
Aaron Thompson,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.