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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Easy Going to the electroclash 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
Judy Mowatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
Marcia Griffiths,
AZ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Near,
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crime,
Alice Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
R.M.O.,
Alton Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Black Moon,
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
Cameo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flipper,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.