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 Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Oblivians to the funk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Delta 5,
Suicide,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Mills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
The Human League,
The Stooges,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
Amon Düül II,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
Camberwell Now,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Metal Thangz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonic Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Smooth,
T. Rex,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
Fugazi,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.