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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 The Birthday Party to the electroclash 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
Scott Walker,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
Mars,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quando Quango,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy,
Joy Division,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
Franke,
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
the Bar-Kays,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley,
Metal Thangz,
Con Funk Shun,
John Lydon,
Eurythmics,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bob Dylan,
Loose Ends,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Max Romeo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
the Normal,
Oneida,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Machine,
JFA,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
the Slits,
The Associates,
The Slits,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.