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 Tuvalu and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Gang Green,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monks,
Howard Jones,
Swans,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
Marine Girls,
The Angels of Light,
The Cramps,
Kayak,
Anakelly,
China Crisis,
Minny Pops,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
Funky Four + One,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
Pagans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
Main Source,
Graham Central Station,
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
The Invisible,
the Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
Yaz,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
David Axelrod,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.