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 Azerbaijan and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crime to the rap 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suicide,
a-ha,
Slave,
Rekid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Buzzcocks,
the Association,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cameo,
Althea and Donna,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cecil Taylor,
Smog,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wally Richardson,
UT,
Joey Negro,
Joyce Sims,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
Camouflage,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Von Mondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
JFA,
The Music Machine,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.