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 Germany and from New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Flamin' Groovies to the disco 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed,
John Foxx,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
kango's stein massive,
Mr. Review,
Skriet,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deepchord,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker,
Ossler,
The Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
Nirvana,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
Dennis Brown,
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
Camouflage,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
the Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Ultravox,
The Knickerbockers,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.