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 Sweden and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Massinfluence to the techno 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Eurythmics,
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Scratch Acid,
Warsaw,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gun Club,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alton Ellis,
Lyres,
the Sonics,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
Loose Ends,
The Red Krayola,
Pylon,
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
Suburban Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aswad,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy,
Connie Case,
The Music Machine,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.