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 Sierra Leone and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moss Icon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
the Human League,
Darondo,
EPMD,
World's Most,
LL Cool J,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
Sight & Sound,
Parry Music,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
Cybotron,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bad Manners,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gichy Dan,
T.S.O.L.,
Cymande,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dave Gahan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
Eve St. Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
Moby Grape,
Pantaleimon,
The Buckinghams,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Morten Harket,
Wolf Eyes,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.