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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Victims to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Slick Rick,
Marine Girls,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Golliwogs,
Skriet,
F. McDonald,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
The Moleskins,
The Victims,
The Count Five,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
The Star Department,
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy,
Y Pants,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.