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 Venezuela and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Accadde A to the disco 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bluetip,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
Henry Cow,
Pagans,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Remains,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Normal,
The Blues Magoos,
Make Up,
Camberwell Now,
Suicide,
Fugazi,
Cal Tjader,
Lindisfarne,
Whodini,
Magazine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
The Techniques,
Magma,
Can,
Swans,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bronski Beat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.