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 Moldova and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Tomorrow to the jazz 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang 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?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris Corsano,
Magma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
Brick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
Ituana,
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
Nas,
the Swans,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
The Pop Group,
Ultra Naté,
Al Stewart,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
CMW,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
Masters at Work,
Babytalk,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.