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 Qatar and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Desert Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
a-ha,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
Dead Boys,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
Mr. Review,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
The Offenders,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
Brick,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
R.M.O.,
10cc,
Derrick May,
The Raincoats,
Subhumans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
Soft Machine,
Glenn Branca,
ABC,
Franke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
Blancmange,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.