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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Derrick Morgan 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
ABBA,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun City Girls,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ken Boothe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
Surgeon,
Don Cherry,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
Arcadia,
JFA,
Accadde A,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Dave Gahan,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
Suburban Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
This Heat,
MC5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.