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 Croatia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mark Hollis to the funk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
World's Most,
Mantronix,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
Hardrive,
Oblivians,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
Goldenarms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rapeman,
The Index,
the Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Magma,
Ice-T,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pere Ubu,
Cameo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Smog,
Stetsasonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maleditus Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
Buzzcocks,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
Mars,
Procol Harum,
Skaos,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.