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 Botswana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Scratch Acid 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Carl Craig,
Black Bananas,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Style,
Moebius,
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
These Immortal Souls,
Arab on Radar,
Freddie Wadling,
Accadde A,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blancmange,
Massinfluence,
Technova,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
The Red Krayola,
T. Rex,
Cymande,
Bronski Beat,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.