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 South Africa and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang On A Can to the funk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sight & Sound,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
The Golliwogs,
The Pretty Things,
Von Mondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Near,
The Toasters,
Fluxion,
Albert Ayler,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
The Raincoats,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
Vainqueur,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
Delon & Dalcan,
Buzzcocks,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat,
Intrusion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes,
Oneida,
Fela Kuti,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.