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 Switzerland and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the dance 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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Normal,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Womack,
The Techniques,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
David McCallum,
Duran Duran,
Scientists,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Terry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
a-ha,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
Motorama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pop Group,
DJ Style,
Babytalk,
Desert Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fugs,
Excepter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.