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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Althea and Donna 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
Theoretical Girls,
Kas Product,
Royal Trux,
Nick Fraelich,
Inner City,
Scott Walker,
Delon & Dalcan,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Thompson Twins,
Jandek,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci,
Moebius,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Howard Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
Masters at Work,
Pole,
Spoonie Gee,
Connie Case,
David McCallum,
UT,
Robert Hood,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
Basic Channel,
10cc,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
Fela Kuti,
These Immortal Souls,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.