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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Tomorrow to the jazz 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
DJ Sneak,
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Green,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Normal,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fall,
Pagans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cameo,
Ponytail,
Funky Four + One,
Barbara Tucker,
FM Einheit,
Chris Corsano,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
Funkadelic,
Ultravox,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.