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 Luxembourg and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mantronix to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
The Angels of Light,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
The Smoke,
48th St. Collective,
Scientists,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camouflage,
Yaz,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
the Bar-Kays,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
Amazonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
Index,
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
Hashim,
Pole,
Wasted Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
Basic Channel,
Jacob Miller,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Kenny Larkin,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.