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 Bahrain 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neil Young to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
John Foxx,
UT,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
Magma,
New Order,
Tim Buckley,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
Yellowson,
Das Ding,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nils Olav,
Mars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terry Callier,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
Visage,
Charles Mingus,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cymande,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
KRS-One,
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
The Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
Sight & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
Franke,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
The Tremeloes,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.