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 Bahamas and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Jawbox to the techno 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Barracudas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boredoms,
The Smoke,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
The Standells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pylon,
Shuggie Otis,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
The Toasters,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
Soulsonic Force,
Cymande,
Yaz,
Interpol,
the Sonics,
Television,
Animal Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.