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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Parry Music to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
Fatback Band,
Interpol,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Pylon,
E-Dancer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
In Retrospect,
The Moody Blues,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smiths,
Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magazine,
Amazonics,
Eric Dolphy,
The Star Department,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
Scratch Acid,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
Lindisfarne,
UT,
Scientists,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.