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 Belgium and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
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 harpsichord 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 the Association to the electroclash 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra,
Slick Rick,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tres Demented,
Shoche,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
The Martian,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Green,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Essential Logic,
Dennis Brown,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
Icehouse,
Nirvana,
Neil Young,
Black Pus,
Harmonia,
Magazine,
LL Cool J,
Glambeats Corp.,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Donald Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stiv Bators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Neon Judgement,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.