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 Italy and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Dorothy Ashby to the techno 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nico,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
Grey Daturas,
Cluster,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Sheep,
Robert Wyatt,
The Zeros,
Fad Gadget,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
Siglo XX,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Clarke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
Lee Hazlewood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
Quantec,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Green,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.