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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova 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?
Matthew Bourne,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
Franke,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
JFA,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
The J.B.'s,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minutemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Terry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June of 44,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
Sandy B,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
The Misunderstood,
Delta 5,
Zapp,
The Associates,
Echospace,
Severed Heads,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Japan,
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
a-ha,
Can,
Khruangbin,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Stiv Bators,
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.