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 Gambia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camberwell Now to the grunge 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
DNA,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Derrick May,
Outsiders,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
Fear,
the Normal,
The Seeds,
Yaz,
Sound Behaviour,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drexciya,
X-102,
Lyres,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
Gong,
Boredoms,
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
Roxette,
Moss Icon,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scratch Acid,
EPMD,
Deakin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
The Slackers,
The Golliwogs,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Christie,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.