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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
Half Japanese,
T.S.O.L.,
Bluetip,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
Moby Grape,
Cheater Slicks,
The Vogues,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
The Moody Blues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alphaville,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Althea and Donna,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Bill Near,
Pierre Henry,
Crime,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lindisfarne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Cale,
The United States of America,
Sex Pistols,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker,
Alton Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.