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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grunge 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Severed Heads,
Agitation Free,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers,
Fat Boys,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
The Invisible,
Bill Near,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
Outsiders,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
Siglo XX,
Rotary Connection,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
Suburban Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Camouflage,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.