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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
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 Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Intrusion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke,
Jandek,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Tommy Roe,
Barry Ungar,
Harmonia,
One Last Wish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skriet,
The Victims,
Camberwell Now,
Eve St. Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
KRS-One,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
B.T. Express,
Gang of Four,
Blake Baxter,
Ornette Coleman,
Minor Threat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Surgeon,
Procol Harum,
Mr. Review,
Massinfluence,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.