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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dawn Penn to the dance 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
One Last Wish,
Skarface,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
Aswad,
Fatback Band,
Derrick May,
Crash Course in Science,
Can,
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
Niagra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
Nico,
Radiohead,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
The Black Dice,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
Average White Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
The Fugs,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Al Stewart,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Sneak,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.