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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Index to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swell Maps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marmalade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yazoo,
Alison Limerick,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Faraquet,
Television,
Wings,
Japan,
New Age Steppers,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
Althea and Donna,
Subhumans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lower 48,
Gang Starr,
The Doors,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Brick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
Sun City Girls,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
Steve Hackett,
JFA,
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.