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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
New Order,
Lucky Dragons,
Inner City,
Y Pants,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Loose Ends,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Parrish,
Nas,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
Cal Tjader,
Motorama,
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex,
Pantaleimon,
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
Bobby Womack,
Newcleus,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Country Teasers,
Surgeon,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
CMW,
Lee Hazlewood,
U.S. Maple,
Joensuu 1685,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
Andrew Hill,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.