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 Congo 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu 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?
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
Bill Near,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
F. McDonald,
Shoche,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Half Japanese,
Alphaville,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spoonie Gee,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
Arab on Radar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Association,
Howard Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
Sällskapet,
Lucky Dragons,
The Happenings,
The Martian,
Ponytail,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
Babytalk,
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
Kayak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Barry Ungar,
Dark Day,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
Outsiders,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.