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 Turkey and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Masters at Work to the jazz 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
Susan Cadogan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Martian,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Offenders,
David McCallum,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
The Happenings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
The Barracudas,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pop Group,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maleditus Sound,
Sällskapet,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
Letta Mbulu,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.