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 Jordan and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barrington Levy to the dance 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
Agent Orange,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rotary Connection,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
Goldenarms,
T. Rex,
the Swans,
Skarface,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pylon,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Wells,
Althea and Donna,
John Holt,
Scientists,
Erykah Badu,
Technova,
The Raincoats,
The Star Department,
Ludus,
Japan,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
Chris Corsano,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Franke,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
Mission of Burma,
Oneida,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.