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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Mo-Dettes to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Standells,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Skatalites,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick May,
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
Technova,
Avey Tare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
H. Thieme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quantec,
China Crisis,
Negative Approach,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
Jawbox,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Slave,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.