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 Norway and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Stetsasonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
Sun City Girls,
Oneida,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
Parry Music,
Jeff Mills,
Cameo,
Supertramp,
Technova,
The Names,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
Television,
The Angels of Light,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
MDC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
Dead Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Susan Cadogan,
Newcleus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
FM Einheit,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
Moebius,
Ponytail,
MC5,
Neu!,
Section 25,
The Knickerbockers,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oblivians,
Faust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.