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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Bad Manners to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Names,
Ronnie Foster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mojo Men,
World's Most,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
Grey Daturas,
The Moody Blues,
Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
the Swans,
Deepchord,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
Glenn Branca,
Janne Schatter,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
Royal Trux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
The Residents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
Max Romeo,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.