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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 In Retrospect to the techno 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
Magma,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantytec,
Parry Music,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
Godley & Creme,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Gang Dance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Martian,
Josef K,
These Immortal Souls,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Buckinghams,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Ultravox,
Smog,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hot Snakes,
Youth Brigade,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
Country Teasers,
Anakelly,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
Popol Vuh,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
The Shadows of Knight,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
Colin Newman,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.