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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Sugar Minott to the electroclash 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Index,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lebanon Hanover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Main Source,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Harmonia,
Shoche,
This Heat,
A Certain Ratio,
Morten Harket,
Kayak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chrome,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pagans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Mills,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
The Offenders,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
The Motions,
Kaleidoscope,
Animal Collective,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.