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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Marc Almond to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Wake,
Soft Machine,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
Television,
JFA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tres Demented,
The Birthday Party,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scrapy,
Masters at Work,
Fad Gadget,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
Faraquet,
Sandy B,
Joyce Sims,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funkadelic,
Oneida,
Cybotron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gun Club,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slackers,
The Gories,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
The Sisters of Mercy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.