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 Mauritania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
Swell Maps,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
Mission of Burma,
Henry Cow,
a-ha,
The United States of America,
Mantronix,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Pole,
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
Franke,
Faust,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Rapeman,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swans,
Urselle,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.