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 Pakistan 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Althea and Donna to the electroclash 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
World's Most,
AZ,
Index,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
UT,
Trumans Water,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Image Ltd.,
Franke,
Ituana,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
Mantronix,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
New Order,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Zeros,
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
JFA,
ABC,
The Durutti Column,
the Sonics,
Technova,
Stockholm Monsters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
Minor Threat,
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Accadde A,
The Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.