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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slave,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
The Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
Saccharine Trust,
Maurizio,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
the Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger,
The Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
Make Up,
The Smiths,
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
Metal Thangz,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
Shoche,
The Five Americans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
Panda Bear,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.