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 Canada and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
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 sitar 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers,
Colin Newman,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
Crash Course in Science,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
Depeche Mode,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
Can,
Thee Headcoats,
June Days,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Josef K,
Magma,
L. Decosne,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.