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 Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Moody Blues to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Neu!,
Maurizio,
DNA,
the Human League,
Erasure,
Connie Case,
Rosa Yemen,
Goldenarms,
F. McDonald,
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June of 44,
David McCallum,
The Smiths,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
Spoonie Gee,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
The United States of America,
Brothers Johnson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Theoretical Girls,
Yaz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
Zapp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
Rekid,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.