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 Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Sound Behaviour to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Happenings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II,
Thompson Twins,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Barrington Levy,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
Black Sheep,
Talk Talk,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unwound,
Pylon,
Mad Mike,
Ronan,
Lower 48,
Monks,
The Residents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ludus,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Funkadelic,
Neu!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Little Man,
Scion,
The Black Dice,
Lebanon Hanover,
Adolescents,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.