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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harmonia to the techno 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
Steve Hackett,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
Animal Collective,
UT,
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
The Motions,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Parrish,
Pantytec,
Sight & Sound,
This Heat,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Simply Red,
Mission of Burma,
One Last Wish,
Nick Fraelich,
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
Davy DMX,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
Brass Construction,
Mo-Dettes,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Prince Buster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.