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 Brunei and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Crooked Eye to the techno 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Moby Grape,
Ornette Coleman,
Mantronix,
Sun City Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang On A Can,
Hashim,
Basic Channel,
Marvin Gaye,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
The Happenings,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
Yellowson,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-101,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lindisfarne,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Marcia Griffiths,
LL Cool J,
Yaz,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
Cameo,
Eric Copeland,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
The Barracudas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.