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 Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Youth Brigade to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ossler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
48th St. Collective,
Hashim,
Archie Shepp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
The Kinks,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick May,
DJ Style,
The Fuzztones,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Zeros,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Axelrod,
Organ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
The Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Icehouse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.