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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Interpol,
Ronan,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Bill Wells,
Khruangbin,
Kayak,
The Standells,
China Crisis,
Robert Görl,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Skatalites,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marine Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liliput,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Juan Atkins,
Rekid,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
Ohio Players,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anakelly,
Sun City Girls,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
Barbara Tucker,
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus,
Arab on Radar,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.