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 Liechtenstein and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 The Smiths to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
Dennis Brown,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
In Retrospect,
Vainqueur,
Tubeway Army,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats,
The Busters,
The Martian,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
The Victims,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Bourne,
Agitation Free,
Al Stewart,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
Brick,
Minutemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Enemy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.