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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
Wire,
Gong,
Hot Snakes,
Delta 5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
Graham Central Station,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
Lower 48,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail,
The Sound,
Al Stewart,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harmonia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
Danielle Patucci,
Darondo,
The Toasters,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
Sparks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
Country Teasers,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow,
Reagan Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Carl Craig,
The Gun Club,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.