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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Associates,
Parry Music,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
Accadde A,
Yaz,
Slave,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
B.T. Express,
Circle Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ken Boothe,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
Pagans,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
Q65,
Youth Brigade,
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Quando Quango,
Underground Resistance,
David Axelrod,
The Raincoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.