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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grunge 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
Darondo,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
The Grass Roots,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxette,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
The Evens,
The Standells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
Blancmange,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
The New Christs,
Wire,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Harry Pussy,
H. Thieme,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
Smog,
Joy Division,
Stiv Bators,
Minutemen,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cymande,
Nik Kershaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Human League,
Khruangbin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.