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 Ghana and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Moon,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
KRS-One,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maurizio,
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dark Day,
Max Romeo,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
Oblivians,
Scientists,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Busters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Standells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Deadbeat,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
Cymande,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
Mars,
Erasure,
Roxy Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra,
World's Most,
The Barracudas,
One Last Wish,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren,
Lakeside,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
Moebius,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.