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 Denmark and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Piero Umiliani to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
Babytalk,
Symarip,
H. Thieme,
Ten City,
Index,
In Retrospect,
Infiniti,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
Bill Wells,
Scrapy,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
Y Pants,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marvin Gaye,
Cluster,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
Fela Kuti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Vogues,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker,
New Order,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The New Christs,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.