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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Alphaville to the grime 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Inner City,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
Sight & Sound,
Black Moon,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
Gang Green,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
The Leaves,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
Fear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minnie Riperton,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Jeff Mills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lyres,
The Offenders,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warsaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.