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 Sweden and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Moleskins to the punk 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
H. Thieme,
Warsaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
Unwound,
Flipper,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
Pantytec,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nils Olav,
Lakeside,
Leonard Cohen,
Mr. Review,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
Dave Gahan,
The Golliwogs,
Livin' Joy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
X-Ray Spex,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
Tubeway Army,
The Zeros,
Easy Going,
Mars,
The Fugs,
The New Christs,
Iggy Pop,
The Martian,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.