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 East Timor and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Outsiders to the punk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Nico,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Tears for Fears,
Gang of Four,
Black Flag,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brick,
Sparks,
The Cure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kayak,
These Immortal Souls,
Pierre Henry,
Au Pairs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Susan Cadogan,
Massinfluence,
Fluxion,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
Vainqueur,
Suburban Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
T. Rex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.