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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 The Alarm Clocks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
LL Cool J,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Sällskapet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
The Motions,
Ludus,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
Funkadelic,
New Age Steppers,
The Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Starr,
Public Enemy,
Josef K,
Bush Tetras,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
K-Klass,
Lou Christie,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
Scratch Acid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins,
Hasil Adkins,
Brick,
Wasted Youth,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
Joyce Sims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlback,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.