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 Niger and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Gang Green,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
Magazine,
Sarah Menescal,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw,
Wally Richardson,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
Index,
Aswad,
Fat Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
UT,
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
The Raincoats,
Darondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
Scratch Acid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Starr,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
Pussy Galore,
the Slits,
The Cure,
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.