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 Zambia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Barracudas to the dance 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Slits,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks,
Subhumans,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stetsasonic,
The Last Poets,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks,
Thompson Twins,
Interpol,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Mad Mike,
The Birthday Party,
The Gap Band,
Warsaw,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.