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 Bolivia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nirvana to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jawbox,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Lynne,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Sonics,
Arcadia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Green,
Hot Snakes,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joyce Sims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Sam Rivers,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
Robert Görl,
Cluster,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
Ituana,
The Associates,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
David Bowie,
Urselle,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Liliput,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
Magazine,
The Remains,
Loose Ends,
Sister Nancy,
Neu!,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.