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 Africa and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brand Nubian to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus,
Swell Maps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Livin' Joy,
Sight & Sound,
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Selecter,
the Swans,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slits,
The Busters,
Lungfish,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cramps,
DJ Style,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Sonics,
The Martian,
Sun City Girls,
Visage,
Boredoms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Byrd,
Das Ding,
Pulsallama,
Godley & Creme,
Schoolly D,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fugs,
The Last Poets,
David Axelrod,
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
The Sound,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MDC,
The Skatalites,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.