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 Uganda and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics,
The Smiths,
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
Zero Boys,
Technova,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
Newcleus,
Babytalk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Groovy Waters,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pop Group,
Ultra Naté,
Deepchord,
The Black Dice,
Graham Central Station,
Mantronix,
The Last Poets,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
The Slackers,
Mandrill,
The Neon Judgement,
Grey Daturas,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
Panda Bear,
Radiohead,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
The Gladiators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fall,
Susan Cadogan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Saints,
Cymande,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.