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 Germany and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eurythmics 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters,
Khruangbin,
Gang of Four,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
Maurizio,
New Order,
Technova,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glenn Branca,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
Minutemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
Tim Buckley,
KRS-One,
Audionom,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
Lakeside,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.