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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Unrelated Segments to the dance 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bad Manners,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
Pierre Henry,
Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
Aswad,
Ten City,
Youth Brigade,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Neu!,
The Gap Band,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
Sällskapet,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cure,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
Boredoms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
X-101,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maurizio,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.