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 Israel and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Basic Channel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
The Human League,
The Gories,
Make Up,
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
Hashim,
X-101,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
The Busters,
Index,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
Kerri Chandler,
Lucky Dragons,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
Lee Hazlewood,
The American Breed,
Jeff Lynne,
Chrome,
Youth Brigade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slick Rick,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Happenings,
Thompson Twins,
Nik Kershaw,
Suicide,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Sixth Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Cybotron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
UT,
Todd Terry,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.