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 Nepal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Oneida to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
Qualms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
Liliput,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Infiniti,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
Yellowson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
Nils Olav,
Blancmange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
Iggy Pop,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visage,
UT,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Steve Hackett,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.