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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Grauzone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
Maleditus Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Khruangbin,
Tubeway Army,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
Masters at Work,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
Buzzcocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Mills,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
Colin Newman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare,
LL Cool J,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Susan Cadogan,
Smog,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.