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 Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
Simply Red,
Section 25,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Reagan Youth,
Blancmange,
Echospace,
F. McDonald,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
Cameo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anthony Braxton,
Terry Callier,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Camouflage,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
Swell Maps,
ABC,
Television,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Order,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.