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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Carl Craig to the disco 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Groovy Waters,
F. McDonald,
Blossom Toes,
Buzzcocks,
Nico,
Lucky Dragons,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
Deakin,
DJ Style,
Darondo,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
Magma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
Icehouse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swans,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Iggy Pop,
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ohio Players,
Monolake,
Zero Boys,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
Anakelly,
Roxy Music,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
Faust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joy Division,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.