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 Burundi and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Black Dice to the techno 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Smoke,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
Siglo XX,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
The Misunderstood,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
Television Personalities,
U.S. Maple,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Fraelich,
Surgeon,
John Holt,
The Names,
Boredoms,
Rufus Thomas,
Oneida,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Interpol,
the Sonics,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
Nas,
Susan Cadogan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.