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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Iggy Pop,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Selecter,
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
JFA,
Marine Girls,
Organ,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
The Modern Lovers,
MDC,
Blake Baxter,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
Gichy Dan,
Technova,
X-102,
Accadde A,
the Swans,
a-ha,
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.