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 South Africa and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic,
Donald Byrd,
the Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Clear Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
Derrick May,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Christie,
MDC,
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers,
Monolake,
Panda Bear,
Dark Day,
Heaven 17,
Easy Going,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Masters at Work,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxette,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
AZ,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
Jandek,
Whodini,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Magma,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delta 5,
Lightning Bolt,
Spandau Ballet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brothers Johnson,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.