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 Senegal and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mary Jane Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Pussy Galore,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Altered Images,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Animal Collective,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amazonics,
Mad Mike,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mr. Review,
Smog,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt,
Goldenarms,
The Leaves,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deakin,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
Tears for Fears,
the Normal,
Ultra Naté,
Bang On A Can,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
Guru Guru,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
The Durutti Column,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.