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 Colombia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 the Association to the rock 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
The Tremeloes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
Andrew Hill,
Amazonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gladiators,
The Mummies,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
K-Klass,
The United States of America,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Brand Nubian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
The Pretty Things,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Mills,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Supertramp,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
The Fuzztones,
The Slits,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.