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 Dominican Republic and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yazoo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
The Gap Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dead Boys,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dual Sessions,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Royal Trux,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Sneak,
X-102,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams,
Pole,
The Fortunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
The Golliwogs,
Mandrill,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
The J.B.'s,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
PIL,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Happenings,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
Television,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.