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 Turkey and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Quantec to the rap 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Qualms 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Essential Logic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow,
Ronan,
the Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
The Names,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash,
OOIOO,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
Judy Mowatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
T.S.O.L.,
Index,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
Ultravox,
The Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
U.S. Maple,
Y Pants,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
Carl Craig,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.