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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 electroclash 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arab on Radar,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gabor Szabo,
U.S. Maple,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
R.M.O.,
The Buckinghams,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Can,
Marmalade,
Desert Stars,
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Whodini,
The Moleskins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Brass Construction,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.