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 Germany and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Duran Duran to the jazz 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
Can,
Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
Subhumans,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agitation Free,
Cluster,
Barrington Levy,
The Doors,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Bourne,
Reagan Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
Marvin Gaye,
Cal Tjader,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Residents,
Quadrant,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.