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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Sarah Menescal to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Barracudas,
Robert Görl,
The Associates,
Rapeman,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
Pylon,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Sonics,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kurtis Blow,
Easy Going,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wings,
Eddi Front,
ABBA,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.