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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
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 Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lakeside to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
The Residents,
This Heat,
Visage,
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agent Orange,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
The Searchers,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
Fear,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
The Sound,
Silicon Teens,
The Associates,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
KRS-One,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
The Wake,
The Names,
The Litter,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.