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 Japan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Excepter,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Gregory Isaacs,
Carl Craig,
Todd Terry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
Nils Olav,
Wire,
Laurel Aitken,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
Darondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
Vainqueur,
Scion,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.