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 Malta and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the disco 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
The Victims,
Harmonia,
Black Moon,
Agitation Free,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lungfish,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC,
Radiohead,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
D'Angelo,
Moby Grape,
Massinfluence,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Technova,
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
Darondo,
Rekid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dave Clark Five,
T. Rex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Don Cherry,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slits,
Swans,
Warsaw,
Peter and Kerry,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Idris Muhammad,
Graham Central Station,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.