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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 The Grass Roots to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
The Fall,
The Martian,
Peter & Gordon,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television,
Matthew Halsall,
Visage,
The Cowsills,
New Age Steppers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Durutti Column,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
Von Mondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
The Count Five,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Hoover,
Soul II Soul,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Main Source,
Magazine,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
Roxette,
Bluetip,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight,
Massinfluence,
Aswad,
The Five Americans,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.