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 Ivory Coast and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
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 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 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rosa Yemen,
Desert Stars,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
UT,
Rapeman,
EPMD,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
Nik Kershaw,
Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Subhumans,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Flag,
Second Layer,
Silicon Teens,
The Last Poets,
The Smoke,
Cal Tjader,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gun Club,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
Gang Green,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.