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 Lille.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Scan 7 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Gang Green,
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
Half Japanese,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mummies,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yusef Lateef,
Visage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
Connie Case,
Crispian St. Peters,
Janne Schatter,
Royal Trux,
Clear Light,
Newcleus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
Anthony Braxton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
Ohio Players,
Massinfluence,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monochrome Set,
Stockholm Monsters,
Letta Mbulu,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
Pulsallama,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.