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 Mali and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Warren Ellis to the funk 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Duran Duran,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
10cc,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
Pere Ubu,
Lungfish,
Wings,
Das Ding,
ABBA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
Black Moon,
Accadde A,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
Reagan Youth,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brand Nubian,
Jacob Miller,
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Silicon Teens,
Quantec,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.