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 Cyprus and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America,
Fugazi,
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Severed Heads,
The Martian,
Drexciya,
Dual Sessions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
Janne Schatter,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
Bush Tetras,
Zapp,
Suicide,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
Mark Hollis,
Sixth Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
Cal Tjader,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
Harmonia,
Second Layer,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Franke,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Osbourne,
H. Thieme,
Radio Birdman,
The Fall,
Hashim,
Dave Gahan,
Arcadia,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
Juan Atkins,
OOIOO,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.