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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Brothers Johnson to the crunk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
The Raincoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Smooth,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
Aaron Thompson,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
Quadrant,
Drive Like Jehu,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blossom Toes,
Yaz,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Mills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
Saccharine Trust,
Swans,
John Lydon,
the Human League,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.