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 Niger 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Crooked Eye to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faust,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bluetip,
Country Teasers,
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
Fluxion,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
PIL,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heaven 17,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
Quando Quango,
Aloha Tigers,
Echospace,
Ituana,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pop Group,
Can,
Reuben Wilson,
The Names,
The Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs,
World's Most,
Neu!,
Crime,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.