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 Tajikistan and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Mandrill to the dance 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
The Sound,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crooked Eye,
Darondo,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Music Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Wally Richardson,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David McCallum,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
The Saints,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
Freddie Wadling,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
Mandrill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
CMW,
Mars,
The Young Rascals,
MDC,
Audionom,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Bowie,
Babytalk,
Bill Near,
The Fuzztones,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.