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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Todd Rundgren,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!,
Simply Red,
Roxette,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
Jerry's Kids,
The Martian,
Spoonie Gee,
Thompson Twins,
Nils Olav,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harmonia,
Peter and Kerry,
the Association,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin,
Piero Umiliani,
The Toasters,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Newcleus,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.