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 Qatar and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tres Demented to the grunge 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gregory Isaacs,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fear,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
Yellowson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moebius,
Technova,
the Association,
Rapeman,
John Foxx,
Cameo,
Ten City,
Pantaleimon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ossler,
Suicide,
Flash Fearless,
The Velvet Underground,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
Ralphi Rosario,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Outsiders,
Severed Heads,
Erykah Badu,
Skarface,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moleskins,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.