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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 A Certain Ratio to the jazz 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel,
World's Most,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
Anakelly,
Intrusion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The J.B.'s,
The Pop Group,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
Laurel Aitken,
MC5,
Ten City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
The Moleskins,
Maleditus Sound,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
Toni Rubio,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat,
Q and Not U,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
The Techniques,
Accadde A,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
Dawn Penn,
The Trojans,
Moebius,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.