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 Albania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bootsy Collins to the grime 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
Scratch Acid,
Minnie Riperton,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
Wings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Interpol,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Green,
the Normal,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Section 25,
The Victims,
The Happenings,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
Accadde A,
Monolake,
Youth Brigade,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.