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 Pakistan and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kas Product to the disco 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unwound,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
Pagans,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quantec,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
Subhumans,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
Man Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
Darondo,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ornette Coleman,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
Skaos,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party,
This Heat,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
Avey Tare,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.