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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Supertramp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Nils Olav,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Inner City,
Joy Division,
Harmonia,
Ornette Coleman,
Pole,
Ronnie Foster,
Unwound,
Neu!,
Lakeside,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
The Human League,
June of 44,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
Kas Product,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Khruangbin,
a-ha,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Mills,
Hardrive,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Guru Guru,
Peter & Gordon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cowsills,
Archie Shepp,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
Yazoo,
The Dead C,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.