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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Juan Atkins to the grunge 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
The Durutti Column,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
Ronan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare,
The Sound,
Eric Copeland,
the Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Shoche,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magma,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
Eric Dolphy,
Ten City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
Aaron Thompson,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
The Divine Comedy,
the Association,
Audionom,
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.