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 Japan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Sam Rivers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
Deakin,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques,
Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Skriet,
Soft Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
Sonic Youth,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxette,
Swell Maps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
Bauhaus,
This Heat,
Pole,
Radio Birdman,
Animal Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Urselle,
Essential Logic,
The Zeros,
Bobby Womack,
Pantaleimon,
Smog,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Mills,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.