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 Denmark and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roger Hodgson 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joensuu 1685,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Sherman,
The Associates,
Morten Harket,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
Sällskapet,
Aloha Tigers,
Smog,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
Jacques Brel,
Minutemen,
Nas,
Charles Mingus,
Angry Samoans,
MDC,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Clarke,
Boredoms,
Colin Newman,
a-ha,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Shoche,
Warsaw,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker,
Maurizio,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
The Modern Lovers,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.