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 Egypt and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Supertramp to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Q65,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
Newcleus,
DNA,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
Suburban Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultravox,
Dead Boys,
Scientists,
The Kinks,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
ABBA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names,
Ultimate Spinach,
June of 44,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Intrusion,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
Wolf Eyes,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.