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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Basic Channel,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
Blossom Toes,
Pole,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Panda Bear,
Erykah Badu,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Mandrill,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grauzone,
Scan 7,
Saccharine Trust,
Mantronix,
Warsaw,
UT,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
Scientists,
Popol Vuh,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
H. Thieme,
Eric Dolphy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
Intrusion,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wally Richardson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.