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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 June Days to the disco 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
The Pretty Things,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scientists,
Barrington Levy,
Livin' Joy,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
Connie Case,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
Monks,
Hashim,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
The Gap Band,
The Martian,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier,
Man Parrish,
Excepter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
Henry Cow,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.