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 Indonesia and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
Infiniti,
Whodini,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q65,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
Chrome,
Jandek,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monochrome Set,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Knickerbockers,
Kas Product,
Popol Vuh,
U.S. Maple,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Quando Quango,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
The J.B.'s,
LL Cool J,
Funky Four + One,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.