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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Max Romeo to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
FM Einheit,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aural Exciters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stiv Bators,
Index,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
The Misunderstood,
The United States of America,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Searchers,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
Marmalade,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
Lyres,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
Leonard Cohen,
Sugar Minott,
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.