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 Togo and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 DJ Style to the rap 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
Soul II Soul,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
Smog,
Gerry Rafferty,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
Wolf Eyes,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pole,
Simply Red,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
Freddie Wadling,
Nico,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick May,
Lalann,
Robert Wyatt,
Monks,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.