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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Sex Pistols to the punk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Leonard Cohen,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
Scan 7,
ABC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Moon,
Gichy Dan,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe,
Talk Talk,
The Toasters,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
Eric Copeland,
The Sound,
Ultravox,
The Index,
Eurythmics,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
T. Rex,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
KRS-One,
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.