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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MDC to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Flipper,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cure,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cal Tjader,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lyres,
Man Parrish,
Bill Near,
The Gories,
The Busters,
Thompson Twins,
Tres Demented,
Arab on Radar,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fortunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
Juan Atkins,
Guru Guru,
Patti Smith,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gun Club,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
Aswad,
June Days,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scan 7,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Certain Ratio,
Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Nick Fraelich,
Sällskapet,
Depeche Mode,
June of 44,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
The Motions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
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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.