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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes,
Section 25,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül,
The Smoke,
Michelle Simonal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joensuu 1685,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wire,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
The Evens,
Interpol,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Monolake,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
Janne Schatter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
The Move,
Easy Going,
MC5,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
The Sonics,
Ten City,
Anthony Braxton,
Aswad,
The Beau Brummels,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.