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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deepchord,
Supertramp,
New Age Steppers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quantec,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
The Slackers,
Blossom Toes,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dawn Penn,
Mad Mike,
Maleditus Sound,
Warsaw,
The Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The J.B.'s,
Accadde A,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
Donald Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suicide,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gichy Dan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.