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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fugazi to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
The Doors,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
Absolute Body Control,
Boogie Down Productions,
Y Pants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oblivians,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound,
Cluster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
Model 500,
Ronan,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
Roxette,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
Yaz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp,
Index,
Marc Almond,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
Minny Pops,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faust,
Dual Sessions,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
Susan Cadogan,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.