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 South Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Livin' Joy,
The Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Camouflage,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Pylon,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minutemen,
MC5,
Magazine,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neu!,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
Prince Buster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Rapeman,
Faraquet,
Q and Not U,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.