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 Germany and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Radio Birdman to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slackers,
Liliput,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
The Martian,
The Cowsills,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
Nico,
David Bowie,
Bobby Sherman,
Section 25,
KRS-One,
Dark Day,
Mantronix,
Bobby Byrd,
UT,
The Misunderstood,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Audionom,
Joey Negro,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
E-Dancer,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül,
Basic Channel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
Fugazi,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Max Romeo,
a-ha,
Johnny Clarke,
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.