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 Gabon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 New Christs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Delta 5,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Starr,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
The Zeros,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Banda Bassotti,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
Gang of Four,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bauhaus,
CMW,
Magma,
Chris & Cosey,
Carl Craig,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
Franke,
Mark Hollis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Audionom,
Pole,
Max Romeo,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
The Angels of Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.