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 Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 The Pop Group to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Moody Blues,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare,
Silicon Teens,
Ludus,
Outsiders,
UT,
Crispian St. Peters,
cv313,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
Piero Umiliani,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
Erykah Badu,
The Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye,
Make Up,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
Wire,
Visage,
Little Man,
Niagra,
The Litter,
The Smoke,
ABC,
Rapeman,
The Busters,
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Juan Atkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tubeway Army,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tim Buckley,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
Newcleus,
Boz Scaggs,
Deadbeat,
PIL,
Fear,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.