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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Franke to the funk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move,
The Gap Band,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Procol Harum,
Pagans,
ABC,
Ossler,
Slave,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
Royal Trux,
Mr. Review,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Whodini,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
10cc,
Panda Bear,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
Cameo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
Depeche Mode,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gun Club,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.