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 Papua New Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
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 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 Sparks to the disco 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
Terry Callier,
The Gories,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Main Source,
Little Man,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
Sex Pistols,
Kerri Chandler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bad Manners,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hardrive,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Bananas,
Leonard Cohen,
The Leaves,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
The Sound,
Minny Pops,
OOIOO,
kango's stein massive,
Rekid,
Eddi Front,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
Funkadelic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
The Selecter,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.