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 Somalia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 LL Cool J to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Television,
Rod Modell,
The Pop Group,
Popol Vuh,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Byron Stingily,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
Talk Talk,
Warsaw,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Martian,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
Davy DMX,
Scion,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Organ,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
Hasil Adkins,
Brick,
Fear,
Terry Callier,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
Mission of Burma,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gap Band,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.