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 Ivory Coast 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 DJ Style to the dance 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Zero Boys,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
Marmalade,
Sandy B,
The Neon Judgement,
Rapeman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
The Techniques,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cameo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Litter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
Robert Hood,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads,
Delta 5,
T. Rex,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
Max Romeo,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
Donald Byrd,
Malaria!,
Spandau Ballet,
The Black Dice,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.