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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Trumans Water to the jazz 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop,
Supertramp,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
Monks,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex,
Freddie Wadling,
Suicide,
Sun Ra,
The Fugs,
Bronski Beat,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABBA,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
Graham Central Station,
Leonard Cohen,
Bauhaus,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
MC5,
The Tremeloes,
Erasure,
the Germs,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
Rufus Thomas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.