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 Gambia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hoover to the techno 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
Yellowson,
Jeru the Damaja,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Terry,
Danielle Patucci,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Urselle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boredoms,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
The Walker Brothers,
Sparks,
Stetsasonic,
Nico,
The Trojans,
Bobby Sherman,
Chrome,
AZ,
Ken Boothe,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
The Pop Group,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
The Gladiators,
Underground Resistance,
Erasure,
Ludus,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
Q and Not U,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.