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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Brass Construction,
Lindisfarne,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
Inner City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Davy DMX,
Outsiders,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Starr,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Wake,
Aswad,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
Funky Four + One,
Erasure,
Jandek,
The Invisible,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
Man Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
Black Flag,
Monks,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eurythmics,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.