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 Iran and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Basic Channel to the dance 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Arab on Radar,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
Siglo XX,
Gong,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
June Days,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
Trumans Water,
Surgeon,
Agent Orange,
Minny Pops,
Derrick Morgan,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
Delta 5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
Essential Logic,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
Adolescents,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Selecter,
Deepchord,
Roxette,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.