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 Netherlands 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 The Young Rascals to the rock 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Morten Harket,
Roxy Music,
Reagan Youth,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
Mark Hollis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
Infiniti,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Dolphy,
Agitation Free,
The Evens,
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül,
Ponytail,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
Black Moon,
The Skatalites,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
Darondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cure,
Nas,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
Los Fastidios,
the Swans,
The Fall,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
Mad Mike,
Bronski Beat,
Joensuu 1685,
Fear,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
Drexciya,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.