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 Monaco and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Animal Collective to the rock 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
Trumans Water,
The Selecter,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
Harry Pussy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Toasters,
Bauhaus,
The Monks,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantytec,
Cal Tjader,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
Todd Terry,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sight & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Motorama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
Tom Boy,
Idris Muhammad,
Judy Mowatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
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.