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 Armenia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Erasure to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U,
Warsaw,
Roxette,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Dolphy,
Von Mondo,
Accadde A,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
The Cowsills,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
The Remains,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.