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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Main Source to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Radiopuhelimet,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Crash Course in Science,
Blancmange,
the Swans,
Ossler,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fatback Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
The Smiths,
the Association,
Zero Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Negative Approach,
The Sound,
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
Fat Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
The Music Machine,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.