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 Finland 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
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 güiro 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 Wasted Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Eddi Front,
Unrelated Segments,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
Brick,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sixth Finger,
Pole,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick Morgan,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Adolescents,
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jandek,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
Kayak,
Can,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
Alison Limerick,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
Don Cherry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
Lungfish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
Byron Stingily,
Pantytec,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.