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 Palau and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
The Fugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
Boz Scaggs,
10cc,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
Oblivians,
The Happenings,
Loose Ends,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scientists,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
The Cramps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang On A Can,
The Doors,
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Cale,
Organ,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.