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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Oblivians to the crunk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
The Trojans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
Heaven 17,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
Quantec,
Minutemen,
The Victims,
The Smiths,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
The Moody Blues,
Al Stewart,
World's Most,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
Scratch Acid,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Technova,
The Tremeloes,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
Sister Nancy,
X-102,
Howard Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
Moebius,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.