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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Clear Light to the rock 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Minny Pops,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
Cluster,
The Names,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlback,
Technova,
Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Lucky Dragons,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
Alton Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultra Naté,
Faust,
the Normal,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pop Group,
Pulsallama,
Dennis Brown,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalann,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.