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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party,
Erasure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shuggie Otis,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Isaac Hayes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Average White Band,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantytec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
The Raincoats,
Swans,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy Collins,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.