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 Burkina and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Kinks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
the Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eurythmics,
Rosa Yemen,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
The Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
Trumans Water,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
Janne Schatter,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
Cameo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gichy Dan,
Mo-Dettes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
Q65,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
June of 44,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
MC5,
UT,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Technova,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
Organ,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.