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 Equatorial Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Junior Murvin to the funk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Saccharine Trust,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
UT,
Whodini,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABC,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Slave,
Absolute Body Control,
The Leaves,
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slackers,
Schoolly D,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Remains,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
Reagan Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
cv313,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.