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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Joey Negro to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Q65,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
Donny Hathaway,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
Main Source,
Monolake,
Derrick May,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
Graham Central Station,
June Days,
Josef K,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
LL Cool J,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
the Slits,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Smog,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.