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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Average White Band,
Procol Harum,
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Franke,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brick,
The Evens,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rites of Spring,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Simply Red,
Hasil Adkins,
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
The New Christs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.