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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Stereo Dub to the funk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Sonic Youth,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Bourne,
L. Decosne,
Deakin,
Nils Olav,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
Quantec,
The Fuzztones,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
Delta 5,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo,
The Smoke,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
Mars,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.