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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gong,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
Vladislav Delay,
Parry Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boz Scaggs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Massinfluence,
June Days,
The Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Holt,
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Altered Images,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Camberwell Now,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
The Young Rascals,
Public Enemy,
The Smoke,
Jerry's Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.