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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Flipper to the electroclash 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Albert Ayler,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
Lalann,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fugs,
Ossler,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
U.S. Maple,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
The Star Department,
Little Man,
The Young Rascals,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd,
Inner City,
the Bar-Kays,
Interpol,
Aswad,
Cymande,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Five Americans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
New York Dolls,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
Schoolly D,
Crooked Eye,
Organ,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q65,
These Immortal Souls,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.