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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The J.B.'s to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker,
Wire,
Ponytail,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
10cc,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
Susan Cadogan,
Tres Demented,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Almond,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crime,
PIL,
The Residents,
Ludus,
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
The Evens,
The Music Machine,
The Slackers,
Suicide,
Second Layer,
Fat Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
Basic Channel,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
Tubeway Army,
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.