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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
E-Dancer,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Sarah Menescal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
Fad Gadget,
Kerri Chandler,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
The Black Dice,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
Grauzone,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yaz,
Nirvana,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
June Days,
Deadbeat,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.