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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 The United States of America to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABC,
Lightning Bolt,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
Marvin Gaye,
Ken Boothe,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Juan Atkins,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
Sugar Minott,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q and Not U,
Todd Terry,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
Fear,
The Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.