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 Spain and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
These Immortal Souls,
The Last Poets,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
One Last Wish,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Victims,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
Japan,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
Maurizio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Juan Atkins,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers,
Brand Nubian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Iggy Pop,
World's Most,
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
Babytalk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.