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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Kayak to the rap 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Motorama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
Skriet,
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes,
The Mummies,
Loose Ends,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
John Lydon,
Black Pus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
The Standells,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Can,
Ponytail,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kas Product,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quadrant,
The Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
The Angels of Light,
Charles Mingus,
The Leaves,
Sparks,
Delta 5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.