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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Ossler to the jazz 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
Peter and Kerry,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
The Skatalites,
The Raincoats,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pretty Things,
Smog,
Idris Muhammad,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
Simply Red,
Mission of Burma,
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Martian,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
10cc,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deakin,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Scrapy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Half Japanese,
Agitation Free,
Man Parrish,
Main Source,
Fat Boys,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.