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 Netherlands and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Little Man to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Standells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Technova,
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oblivians,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
Pussy Galore,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
Stetsasonic,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra,
Thompson Twins,
Vainqueur,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pantytec,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.