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 Portugal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Neu! to the techno 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
Cecil Taylor,
Urselle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
CMW,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
Ten City,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magazine,
Second Layer,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.