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 Iraq and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Moss Icon to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mantronix,
The Offenders,
UT,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
The Busters,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
The Tremeloes,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
Oblivians,
Jandek,
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
Magma,
Janne Schatter,
Faust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
Main Source,
The Associates,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.