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 Uganda and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 New Order to the grime 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
The Tremeloes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
Lungfish,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control,
Scion,
Mary Jane Girls,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
Brothers Johnson,
Youth Brigade,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.