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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom,
Gong,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
X-102,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
Dave Gahan,
Connie Case,
Zero Boys,
Scion,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
The Durutti Column,
The Count Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
Nas,
the Human League,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Martian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slackers,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.