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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 The Mojo Men to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gladiators,
Alice Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crash Course in Science,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
UT,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
Ken Boothe,
Erasure,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronan,
Mad Mike,
Isaac Hayes,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Almond,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alton Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
The Young Rascals,
Radio Birdman,
Henry Cow,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.