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 Benin and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Motorama to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
Khruangbin,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ice-T,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
Scott Walker,
Jawbox,
Crime,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
Judy Mowatt,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
Maurizio,
The Busters,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
Joey Negro,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
World's Most,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June Days,
The Sound,
Bluetip,
The Star Department,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
La Düsseldorf,
Swell Maps,
The Fuzztones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.