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 Belize and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shadows of Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blancmange,
Suburban Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lungfish,
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
The Blues Magoos,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near,
Ossler,
June of 44,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marine Girls,
Oneida,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
Wasted Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Searchers,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anakelly,
KRS-One,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
Amazonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
Y Pants,
Mars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
the Germs,
OOIOO,
X-Ray Spex,
The Zeros,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.