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 St Lucia and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June Days to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gastr Del Sol,
OOIOO,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
DJ Sneak,
The Fugs,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
Tom Boy,
KRS-One,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
Scan 7,
Boredoms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
The Buckinghams,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brand Nubian,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
Mark Hollis,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cure,
Moss Icon,
The Last Poets,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.