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 Philippines and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Lou Christie,
John Cale,
Mad Mike,
New Order,
Hashim,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
Kaleidoscope,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dirtbombs,
Shuggie Otis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
The Invisible,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scion,
Cecil Taylor,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Suburban Knight,
10cc,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
Reagan Youth,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
Skaos,
Urselle,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
X-101,
the Swans,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.