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 Argentina and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Connie Case to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango,
Robert Hood,
Erasure,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
Swans,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ornette Coleman,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anthony Braxton,
Carl Craig,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mad Mike,
Mantronix,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
Juan Atkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Names,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
Franke,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.