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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Fela Kuti to the punk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Cell,
X-101,
Aswad,
The Count Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
Guru Guru,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
K-Klass,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
June of 44,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Qualms,
Cluster,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
Morten Harket,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.