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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Fela Kuti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
Yaz,
The Doors,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Bananas,
Babytalk,
Faust,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
Shuggie Otis,
Camberwell Now,
John Lydon,
The Cowsills,
Monks,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül II,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Residents,
Stiv Bators,
Lower 48,
Todd Terry,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
June Days,
Arcadia,
Q and Not U,
Slick Rick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cheater Slicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.