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 Lithuania and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
Dave Gahan,
Au Pairs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Patti Smith,
Morten Harket,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
The Searchers,
Supertramp,
Ultravox,
Hashim,
Harry Pussy,
Joensuu 1685,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
Nik Kershaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
Radio Birdman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
Bootsy Collins,
Pagans,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed,
Yazoo,
Robert Wyatt,
Excepter,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.