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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Cymande to the crunk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Icehouse,
Newcleus,
the Sonics,
OOIOO,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Lalann,
Avey Tare,
D'Angelo,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
The Cure,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boz Scaggs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
Janne Schatter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
Wings,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sarah Menescal,
The Saints,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pylon,
The Beau Brummels,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.