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 the UAE and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
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 guitar 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 Depeche Mode to the jazz 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
Television,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
Little Man,
Monolake,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
This Heat,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
Jawbox,
Blossom Toes,
Ohio Players,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
Sandy B,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks,
Harry Pussy,
Hashim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett,
The Cowsills,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reagan Youth,
Moby Grape,
Hasil Adkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
Jandek,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.