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 Norway and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonny Sharrock to the funk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fugs,
Panda Bear,
Mantronix,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
B.T. Express,
Severed Heads,
EPMD,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Metal Thangz,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
ABC,
The Dead C,
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
Yaz,
Sex Pistols,
Davy DMX,
Inner City,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
Donny Hathaway,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ohio Players,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Howard Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.