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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Simply Red to the rock 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mantronix,
The J.B.'s,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
The Sound,
Faust,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
La Düsseldorf,
Das Ding,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
Bob Dylan,
Scratch Acid,
Hasil Adkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
Brass Construction,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sight & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
Loose Ends,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minor Threat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Urselle,
Joe Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rapeman,
Make Up,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.