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 Costa Rica and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
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 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 The Move 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Second Layer,
DJ Sneak,
Negative Approach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smoke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Litter,
UT,
The Toasters,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
Junior Murvin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacques Brel,
Josef K,
The Fugs,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
K-Klass,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Near,
Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kevin Saunderson,
In Retrospect,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
Intrusion,
Yellowson,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
Cybotron,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.