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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Davy DMX to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
MC5,
Depeche Mode,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
The Moody Blues,
Subhumans,
Joe Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare,
Motorama,
Nirvana,
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
the Human League,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
Oblivians,
Lower 48,
Scientists,
Magazine,
Yaz,
Television,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faust,
Camberwell Now,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.