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 Panama and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Doors to the punk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Can,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
The Move,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Junior Murvin,
DNA,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
Magazine,
Bobby Womack,
The Music Machine,
Excepter,
Barbara Tucker,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
X-101,
Television,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
Oneida,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Tremeloes,
Erasure,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.