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 Zimbabwe and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fad Gadget to the techno 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
Altered Images,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
James White and The Blacks,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Offenders,
10cc,
The Invisible,
The Sound,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Duran Duran,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
Max Romeo,
Magma,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wasted Youth,
John Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Quadrant,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
The Pretty Things,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
Howard Jones,
Faraquet,
Niagra,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.