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 Korea South and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Malaria! to the grunge 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
Skaos,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Copeland,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
Idris Muhammad,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
the Germs,
Michelle Simonal,
Funkadelic,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
Arcadia,
Camouflage,
Deadbeat,
Blake Baxter,
Joensuu 1685,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Babytalk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
Maurizio,
Byron Stingily,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.