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 Vietnam and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
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 synthesizer 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 Connie Case to the rap 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Inner City,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
Metal Thangz,
X-102,
The Invisible,
New Order,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
Grey Daturas,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
Fad Gadget,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
Don Cherry,
In Retrospect,
Gregory Isaacs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
The Kinks,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.