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 Guyana and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Magazine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
Technova,
Jawbox,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Searchers,
Black Bananas,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
In Retrospect,
Marshall Jefferson,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flipper,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
Malaria!,
Junior Murvin,
Loose Ends,
Nas,
Lakeside,
Arthur Verocai,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
Yellowson,
Masters at Work,
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
Maurizio,
Ludus,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.