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 Suriname 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Brick to the rap 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Fatback Band,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Tremeloes,
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
Althea and Donna,
Fela Kuti,
Rekid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
Camberwell Now,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
Brand Nubian,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eli Mardock,
Faraquet,
Bobby Womack,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu,
Magma,
The Standells,
Steve Hackett,
Joey Negro,
Ronnie Foster,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.