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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
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 sitar 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swell Maps,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
Robert Görl,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Warren Ellis,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
The Searchers,
Shoche,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
Animal Collective,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
cv313,
The Mummies,
Gong,
The Associates,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.