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 Rwanda and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David McCallum to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
Mo-Dettes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Sällskapet,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
James White and The Blacks,
Cluster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
Basic Channel,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doors,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.