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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fat Boys to the dance 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
The Beau Brummels,
Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oblivians,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
Flipper,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Clarke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
Gabor Szabo,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
Sparks,
Monolake,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
John Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.