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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Scion 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ken Boothe,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
K-Klass,
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
Franke,
Ronan,
Minnie Riperton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suicide,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction,
Spoonie Gee,
Bauhaus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker,
MC5,
Depeche Mode,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
The Remains,
Dual Sessions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
Black Bananas,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
John Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Arcadia,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.