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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Ituana to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gun Club,
The Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Starr,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nils Olav,
Byron Stingily,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joey Negro,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Hoover,
Jawbox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Kinks,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Whodini,
Kenny Larkin,
Brick,
The Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faraquet,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.