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 Australia and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warren Ellis to the funk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MDC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Saints,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fad Gadget,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
Technova,
Suburban Knight,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Outsiders,
Aural Exciters,
K-Klass,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
Jacques Brel,
The Fuzztones,
The Moleskins,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blues Magoos,
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.