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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Joe Finger to the grunge 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxy Music,
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fire Engines,
UT,
Mandrill,
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magazine,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
The Saints,
Lower 48,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
Buzzcocks,
Yaz,
Brothers Johnson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Knickerbockers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
Joensuu 1685,
Can,
The Trojans,
Ohio Players,
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
Scientists,
Joey Negro,
Depeche Mode,
Rod Modell,
Sparks,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry's Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cure,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doors,
a-ha,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.