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 South Sudan and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Anthony Braxton to the jazz 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
Sister Nancy,
Brothers Johnson,
Suicide,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
The Names,
The Stooges,
Magazine,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
Tres Demented,
Public Enemy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pagans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sixth Finger,
Liliput,
Reagan Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW,
Peter & Gordon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
Scan 7,
the Normal,
Porter Ricks,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
Marc Almond,
The Associates,
Moby Grape,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.