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 Romania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Joyce Sims to the disco 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
Blake Baxter,
Lyres,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
Clear Light,
The Fall,
The Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Tubeway Army,
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
Bang On A Can,
Ultravox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick May,
Interpol,
Yazoo,
Gregory Isaacs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
Aswad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glenn Branca,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.