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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
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 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 Fad Gadget to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
The Pop Group,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
cv313,
Angry Samoans,
Nas,
Lalann,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
Mars,
DNA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Faraquet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
Peter & Gordon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tears for Fears,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
Don Cherry,
10cc,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Trojans,
Lightning Bolt,
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.