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 Congo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Nik Kershaw to the techno 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
DJ Style,
cv313,
E-Dancer,
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cramps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Halsall,
Slave,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Excepter,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABC,
Clear Light,
Soft Machine,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roger Hodgson,
La Düsseldorf,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brick,
Make Up,
Hardrive,
Todd Rundgren,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
ABBA,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlback,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q65,
Kas Product,
X-101,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Bourne,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moleskins,
Glenn Branca,
Terrestrial Tones,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.