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 Chile and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Lou Christie to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice,
The Monks,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Panda Bear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Henry Cow,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Fraelich,
Kas Product,
Steve Hackett,
The Cramps,
X-101,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smiths,
OOIOO,
Nas,
Black Pus,
Television,
Subhumans,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
Cal Tjader,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bush Tetras,
Pharoah Sanders,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway,
FM Einheit,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
Grauzone,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.