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 Thailand and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 a-ha 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kas Product,
Brass Construction,
The Standells,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland,
Deepchord,
PIL,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Todd Terry,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gong,
Lakeside,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
The Neon Judgement,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
DNA,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
H. Thieme,
Janne Schatter,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ponytail,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.