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 Comoros and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the dance 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
OOIOO,
World's Most,
Aural Exciters,
Isaac Hayes,
The Modern Lovers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
10cc,
Maurizio,
E-Dancer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
kango's stein massive,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scan 7,
PIL,
Boredoms,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gun Club,
Scientists,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Toasters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
Kaleidoscope,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Misunderstood,
Dawn Penn,
Colin Newman,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.