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 India 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 The Remains to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
X-Ray Spex,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
The Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
Tears for Fears,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Starr,
Piero Umiliani,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mantronix,
Tres Demented,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.