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 Chile and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 LL Cool J to the rock 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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Brass Construction,
ABC,
Godley & Creme,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip,
The Neon Judgement,
Reagan Youth,
Minor Threat,
Urselle,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
Section 25,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Residents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
PIL,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
Franke,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
Deepchord,
Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hardrive,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.