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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Normal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Animal Collective,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
Brass Construction,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slave,
Marcia Griffiths,
Interpol,
Malaria!,
MDC,
Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
John Holt,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
In Retrospect,
Aswad,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control,
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.