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 Slovenia and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 The Cowsills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Wings,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
Jacques Brel,
Ornette Coleman,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
Rosa Yemen,
Magma,
Loose Ends,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
Clear Light,
John Foxx,
Warsaw,
Ice-T,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
Barbara Tucker,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Sight & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
Excepter,
Zero Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
Newcleus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joey Negro,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gap Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.