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 Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
CMW,
The Five Americans,
Inner City,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
Jandek,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
Arab on Radar,
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Pus,
K-Klass,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
China Crisis,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
Country Teasers,
The Fall,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultravox,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
Eurythmics,
Vainqueur,
New York Dolls,
10cc,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.