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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 MC5 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
The Mojo Men,
Ultra Naté,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
cv313,
Flash Fearless,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells,
The Red Krayola,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
The Star Department,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hashim,
Dark Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
Glenn Branca,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris Corsano,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
Loose Ends,
K-Klass,
June Days,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
Isaac Hayes,
Patti Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.