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 East Timor and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deepchord to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
UT,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vladislav Delay,
Gastr Del Sol,
June of 44,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
Jacques Brel,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
Talk Talk,
Connie Case,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
Khruangbin,
Wings,
Yellowson,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fear,
Hot Snakes,
The Trojans,
Sugar Minott,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Move,
Josef K,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Remains,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantaleimon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.