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 Greece and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heaven 17 to the rock 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Copeland,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
the Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
KRS-One,
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
Matthew Bourne,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quadrant,
Terrestrial Tones,
Negative Approach,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
Funkadelic,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glenn Branca,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.