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 Singapore and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 the Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
Slave,
MC5,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mantronix,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Cale,
Intrusion,
the Association,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smoke,
Smog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jawbox,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound,
Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
Fluxion,
Television Personalities,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gabor Szabo,
E-Dancer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Sun City Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.