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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
The Cure,
Magazine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Banda Bassotti,
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
JFA,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
Scrapy,
Thompson Twins,
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
Swell Maps,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.