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 Rwanda and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the disco 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Fugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
Lucky Dragons,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet,
The Trojans,
Scan 7,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
Nils Olav,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
John Foxx,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arab on Radar,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Colin Newman,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television,
Gichy Dan,
Chrome,
Delon & Dalcan,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.