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 Uganda and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Drexciya to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
Scratch Acid,
Sarah Menescal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
Maurizio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Invisible,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
Second Layer,
The Cure,
D'Angelo,
Patti Smith,
Hoover,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
Tom Boy,
Eddi Front,
Monks,
Quantec,
David McCallum,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
Barbara Tucker,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drexciya,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
Idris Muhammad,
Yazoo,
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.