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 Israel and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Ultravox to the funk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
Motorama,
Scrapy,
Rosa Yemen,
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
PIL,
Blake Baxter,
Outsiders,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Order,
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
Supertramp,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ituana,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Malaria!,
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry's Kids,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
The Move,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
Drexciya,
Icehouse,
Pagans,
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.