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 Vietnam and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Ultravox to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
MC5,
Surgeon,
Arthur Verocai,
Yaz,
the Human League,
Sparks,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Rites of Spring,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt,
Derrick Morgan,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Starr,
Simply Red,
The Smiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
F. McDonald,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Janne Schatter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mojo Men,
Deadbeat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dawn Penn,
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.