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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Yazoo to the punk 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
David Bowie,
The Blackbyrds,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
Steve Hackett,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
Magma,
Zapp,
Josef K,
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
The Motions,
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
Idris Muhammad,
the Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
The Dead C,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.