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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
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 guitar 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 Kaleidoscope to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
Derrick Morgan,
Barbara Tucker,
Interpol,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Mandrill,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
Excepter,
AZ,
Colin Newman,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
Bob Dylan,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
Liliput,
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slick Rick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Almond,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Kayak,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.