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 Poland and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The American Breed,
Swans,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
X-102,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
Ossler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flipper,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spandau Ballet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stereo Dub,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
Scrapy,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.