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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Howard Jones,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
Chrome,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
Interpol,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
Soft Cell,
Franke,
Grey Daturas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cowsills,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
Jawbox,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Massinfluence,
The Barracudas,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MC5,
Q65,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nico,
Tears for Fears,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra,
The Gladiators,
The Grass Roots,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
Deakin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.