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 Turkey and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Donald Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Ornette Coleman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
The Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Albert Ayler,
CMW,
Sparks,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Real Kids,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alphaville,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen,
ABBA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Duran Duran,
D'Angelo,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
The Smoke,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant,
The Skatalites,
June of 44,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.