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 Libya and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Lindisfarne,
Lalann,
Organ,
Cameo,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
Byron Stingily,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Black Dice,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
Oneida,
Cluster,
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Cheater Slicks,
Grauzone,
Minnie Riperton,
Thompson Twins,
Fad Gadget,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Sneak,
Ludus,
Outsiders,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.