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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Trumans Water,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Supertramp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
CMW,
Television,
The Evens,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T. Rex,
Accadde A,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Velvet Underground,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
D'Angelo,
Second Layer,
Lakeside,
Anthony Braxton,
Laurel Aitken,
John Holt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
Alison Limerick,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
Flipper,
Theoretical Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.