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 Greece and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the jazz 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Erasure,
The Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Slits,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
Mars,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lucky Dragons,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
U.S. Maple,
E-Dancer,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
Freddie Wadling,
the Germs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
Althea and Donna,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
Stereo Dub,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
Monks,
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.