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 Halifax.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Christie,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
The Wake,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mars,
Sonic Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
the Sonics,
Q65,
Tomorrow,
X-101,
ABBA,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Red Krayola,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
FM Einheit,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yusef Lateef,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Moss Icon,
The United States of America,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Index,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
DNA,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
Bill Near,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.