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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Alphaville to the punk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
John Holt,
Erasure,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
Television,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
Reagan Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Metal Thangz,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
June of 44,
Index,
Blossom Toes,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slave,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.