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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Skatalites to the jazz 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Funky Four + One,
Graham Central Station,
Dual Sessions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
Technova,
E-Dancer,
Barrington Levy,
Infiniti,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minny Pops,
Aaron Thompson,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sonics,
Can,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Brand Nubian,
the Normal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Monks,
Ultravox,
Scientists,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
Buzzcocks,
The Techniques,
Yaz,
Quantec,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mars,
Delta 5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.