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 Tajikistan and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the crunk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
Wire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
The Music Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
The American Breed,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
Laurel Aitken,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
Malaria!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Freddie Wadling,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
The Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Christie,
Godley & Creme,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
Quando Quango,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fall,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
Roxette,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.