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 Manchester.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the punk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camberwell Now,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q65,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Parrish,
The Count Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale,
Visage,
Connie Case,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
X-101,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
Albert Ayler,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Excepter,
Tears for Fears,
the Association,
ABBA,
Pole,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
EPMD,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.