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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Cybotron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
Kenny Larkin,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
Soulsonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier,
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
Deakin,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
Reagan Youth,
John Holt,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
Jandek,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
Oblivians,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris & Cosey,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronan,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
Peter and Kerry,
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
Index,
The Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
Lakeside,
The Trojans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.