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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 Human League to the rock 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Au Pairs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Audionom,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Move,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Symarip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
Second Layer,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
The Slits,
Josef K,
Q65,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crooked Eye,
Skriet,
Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
H. Thieme,
Skaos,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
Quando Quango,
Jacob Miller,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
UT,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-101,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army,
Mission of Burma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.