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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Black Pus to the electroclash 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
Fat Boys,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Groovy Waters,
David Axelrod,
Leonard Cohen,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
Ronan,
Depeche Mode,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
June Days,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans,
Schoolly D,
One Last Wish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chrome,
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ituana,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
Banda Bassotti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.