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 France and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aural Exciters,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Selecter,
Pantytec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio,
Fugazi,
a-ha,
Hashim,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
Charles Mingus,
Fluxion,
Gong,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
Lightning Bolt,
Q and Not U,
ABBA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry's Kids,
Inner City,
Mars,
Josef K,
Little Man,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Yellowson,
This Heat,
The Detroit Cobras,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
UT,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Lynne,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims,
The Motions,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
Lucky Dragons,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Victims,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.