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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Soft Cell to the punk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Lightning Bolt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Iggy Pop,
Neu!,
Gong,
Porter Ricks,
The Vogues,
James White and The Blacks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skriet,
Charles Mingus,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
Au Pairs,
Nick Fraelich,
Supertramp,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlback,
David McCallum,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oneida,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure,
Simply Red,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monks,
The Motions,
Nas,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
Flash Fearless,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
Moby Grape,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Womack,
D'Angelo,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.