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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grime 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
Funky Four + One,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alphaville,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Associates,
Junior Murvin,
Idris Muhammad,
The Motions,
Basic Channel,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Standells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
Animal Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
KRS-One,
The Kinks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
The Evens,
Bronski Beat,
Hot Snakes,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
Flipper,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tommy Roe,
Franke,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
Skriet,
Peter and Kerry,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.