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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Motorama to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
The Standells,
Audionom,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
Porter Ricks,
Mad Mike,
The Monks,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers,
the Association,
D'Angelo,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Golliwogs,
Joensuu 1685,
Cal Tjader,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod,
The Tremeloes,
Buzzcocks,
Japan,
The Residents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
Outsiders,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
The American Breed,
Rekid,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
Neu!,
Bill Near,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
PIL,
Schoolly D,
Kenny Larkin,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.