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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Hood to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
Camouflage,
cv313,
Gong,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
Crime,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ludus,
Bang On A Can,
Ice-T,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
June Days,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doors,
Sight & Sound,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stockholm Monsters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
Fatback Band,
the Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.