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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Lalann to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
Janne Schatter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
In Retrospect,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Model 500,
Infiniti,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
Deadbeat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magma,
Bobby Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Banda Bassotti,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
The Smiths,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Magazine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
Grey Daturas,
ABC,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.