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 Mozambique and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Country Teasers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mojo Men,
Barry Ungar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Robert Hood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Accadde A,
Bobby Hutcherson,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
Aaron Thompson,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Crime,
Bang On A Can,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
June Days,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
Audionom,
Brass Construction,
The Standells,
The Names,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
Soft Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Faraquet,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.