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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Prince Buster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Chris & Cosey,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
Second Layer,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
Marc Almond,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Main Source,
Hardrive,
Magazine,
Kerrie Biddell,
The J.B.'s,
Yazoo,
Ice-T,
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
The Misunderstood,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
the Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
MC5,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
Scion,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.