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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel 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?
Neil Young,
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
Fluxion,
Marc Almond,
Wings,
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Halsall,
The Buckinghams,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
The Moleskins,
Crash Course in Science,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Boredoms,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott Heron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Names,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
Scientists,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues,
Young Marble Giants,
Symarip,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.