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 Spain and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Todd Terry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Sandy B,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
The Smoke,
Skaos,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anthony Braxton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Red Krayola,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tom Boy,
Outsiders,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arcadia,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wasted Youth,
Bauhaus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Excepter,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suicide,
Q65,
Ronan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiohead,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
Audionom,
10cc,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.