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 Hungary and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Von Mondo to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
Isaac Hayes,
Lungfish,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fat Boys,
Buzzcocks,
the Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
Mr. Review,
Jandek,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Gong,
EPMD,
Joensuu 1685,
MDC,
Cameo,
Ponytail,
The Saints,
Second Layer,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City,
Zero Boys,
Organ,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cramps,
The Wake,
cv313,
Faraquet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Michelle Simonal,
Altered Images,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.