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 Maldives and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 E-Dancer to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Leaves,
Soul Sonic Force,
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Depeche Mode,
B.T. Express,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
Accadde A,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Make Up,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Bourne,
Delta 5,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Teasers,
Althea and Donna,
UT,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yellowson,
The Angels of Light,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion,
The Dirtbombs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
F. McDonald,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
Sex Pistols,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.