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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fear to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harry Pussy,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
Pantytec,
Ituana,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake,
Rekid,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
The Toasters,
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pop Group,
Tubeway Army,
MC5,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skarface,
David Bowie,
OOIOO,
Sound Behaviour,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Massinfluence,
Hashim,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
The Associates,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Velvet Underground,
a-ha,
Darondo,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.