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 Bhutan 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Knickerbockers 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smiths,
Magazine,
Public Enemy,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultra Naté,
Icehouse,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joey Negro,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mummies,
Althea and Donna,
Wings,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
The Music Machine,
Oblivians,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
JFA,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terry Callier,
Eli Mardock,
Silicon Teens,
Toni Rubio,
U.S. Maple,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.