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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Suburban Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Star Department,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
The Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Index,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
Neu!,
Todd Rundgren,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Lynne,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
Drexciya,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.