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 Egypt and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 The Pretty Things to the dance 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bronski Beat,
Ossler,
Tim Buckley,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barbara Tucker,
Smog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Judy Mowatt,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
Hoover,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
DJ Style,
Barclay James Harvest,
Little Man,
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Marmalade,
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shuggie Otis,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.