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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Animal Collective to the disco 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
Kurtis Blow,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Trumans Water,
Colin Newman,
Black Sheep,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
Spandau Ballet,
Fluxion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
Quando Quango,
Brand Nubian,
the Normal,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
The Zeros,
June Days,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Laurel Aitken,
Eurythmics,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grauzone,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
FM Einheit,
Japan,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
Motorama,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
Depeche Mode,
X-102,
Ice-T,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Pus,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.