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 Sweden and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 China Crisis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
Wings,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Archie Shepp,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Names,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Sixth Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
Moebius,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
Joyce Sims,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deakin,
Malaria!,
The Mummies,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yaz,
Lower 48,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Red Krayola,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Subhumans,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
Public Enemy,
Altered Images,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.