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 Kazakhstan 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Khruangbin to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Janne Schatter,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sixth Finger,
Ronan,
John Holt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magazine,
Swell Maps,
the Association,
PIL,
Unrelated Segments,
Whodini,
Alison Limerick,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
The Count Five,
Moss Icon,
Tom Boy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
10cc,
Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
Suicide,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mandrill,
Ice-T,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.