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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tres Demented to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Magma,
Roxette,
UT,
Eli Mardock,
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
Can,
The Music Machine,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
Dark Day,
The Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Young Rascals,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
Quantec,
Flipper,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Animal Collective,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
Sällskapet,
Todd Terry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Infiniti,
Minnie Riperton,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeru the Damaja,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Order,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.