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 Denmark and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 The Saints to the disco 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Josef K,
New Age Steppers,
Warsaw,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxette,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erasure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
Jandek,
OOIOO,
Arcadia,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Alphaville,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Juan Atkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
Donny Hathaway,
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Gang Dance,
AZ,
Subhumans,
Panda Bear,
Q65,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.