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 Peru 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MC5 to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
Groovy Waters,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kayak,
Byron Stingily,
Heaven 17,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
The Monks,
Motorama,
F. McDonald,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Moon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Standells,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
EPMD,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
David Bowie,
Newcleus,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.