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 Turkey and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Ken Boothe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
X-101,
Newcleus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pylon,
Kaleidoscope,
Rotary Connection,
Dawn Penn,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust,
Interpol,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wire,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
Cal Tjader,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian,
Television Personalities,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
Alison Limerick,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
The Victims,
Sugar Minott,
June Days,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thompson Twins,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan,
Sparks,
Wings,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.