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 Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Pole to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Bourne,
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wire,
Fluxion,
Agent Orange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Human League,
June of 44,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
Radiohead,
Rakim,
The Evens,
Pierre Henry,
Index,
The Last Poets,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swans,
Cybotron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
Wolf Eyes,
Oblivians,
The Dead C,
Man Eating Sloth,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
Sister Nancy,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick Morgan,
Dawn Penn,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.