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 Indonesia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Charles Mingus to the electroclash 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neu!,
Arcadia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive,
Marc Almond,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
Ultravox,
Toni Rubio,
The Pretty Things,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
The Leaves,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
The Wake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy,
EPMD,
Magma,
The Residents,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
Main Source,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
U.S. Maple,
Eurythmics,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets,
Patti Smith,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
Scientists,
Derrick Morgan,
New Order,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.